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Text: Escanaba Firing Line. Diving Season.

Correction i am drowning these insecurities.
The hypnotized are divin' down divided seas.
Let me focus, don't take me away-
in my head space, silent waves.
Around, surround survived by me.

Here laid unclaimed- unconscious ego.
Too much to hold on to, cant seem to let it go.
Arms not open, phase aside
Breathing in all your lies
This ahead.

So much of what i am experiencing right now-
Disavow, take until i drown.
-Right now- So Much-
-Right now- So what-

Overwhelming isolation frees endless possibility.
perfect situations lead- lack creativity.
Self contained ocean, bright burning sea
Roll up upon crying banshee.
What I've left is three.

So much of what i am experiencing right now-
Disavow, take until i drown.
-Right now- So Much-
-Right now- So what-

Lap dog that i choose to be
Dead people making jokes about societies.
Broken record, one part plays
in my head space, silent waves.
Just give it a name...........

So much of what i am experiencing right now-
Disavow, take until i drown.
-Right now- So Much-
-Right now- So what-

Till i reach the bottom of me.
my own violent symmetry
words i pull down from my sky
the isolation i try to find
Escanaba Firing Line
Escanaba Firing Line