Texty: Kashmir. Trespassers. Time Has Deserted Us.

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The coolest enemy
That I have ever seen
Is humming of impending war
He slouches on the couch
And tramples of the vow
Not to come here anymore

Some odd persistent nerve
That he has got preserved
When I am all dry ice to touch
An unaffected smile
To add up to his pile
Of insolence immaculate

Time's deserted us
So have our days
The author has written us
Out of his play
And without a sound
I'll gently vaporize

He's bringing drinks and talk
And chicken wings on fork
That dances in on master plan
And everything gets turned
Like nothing's ever learned
The gates of hell unlock themselves

Now what else could it be
When you face your enemy
Still too soft-shelled to withstand
This growing pressure balloon
Is meant to crack up soon
For silence to be infinite

Time's deserted us
So have our days
The author has written us
Out of his play
And without a sound
I'll slowly glide away

I am not saying where I'm headed
Or where I will end
Surely won't regret it
I am not precious but well spent
And without a sound
I'll quickly vaporize

Closed ends
Past tense
Dead friends
No offense
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