Thought Replication from Empires by Vile Regression

Thought replication
Burning the eye of my obsessive mind
Old bones and stones
Tear these bricks and mortar asunder

Never a wasted potential
have I had the pleasure of
Always an unwelcome memory
of what I will never have
A twisted, contorted perspective of the memory
untold to the eye in the mind of my dreams
It's always a thought replicated, if these walls
could talk they would tell me the truth of what
I will never know.

Thought replication
burning the eye of my obsessive mind
and recreated echoing views
iterate this view

Building an empire of smoke
will slip through your fingertips
Sick of the reasoning perspective
and standing on neutral territory
Its time to come clean
build it again
hide the failures
iterate.

Some sort of lie or another
These bricks hold the true intent
Never before has a dream begotten such hierarchy
old bones and stones
Thought replication

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