White assembly line t-shirts put a generic touch on a generic man,
Empty box soul, guiding the darkness that sedates us.
Dwell deep inside the universe that resides within you.
under the alien bush in Sinaloa, Mexico.
Where love tears me.

My communication malfunction driving me to suicide.
I am empowered by pain. and my knees buckle under love.
I want you to devour me, take all the pain away.
so you can empower me, for all eternity.
It would ease my mind to know that there was meaning to my life.

6 chakra's without a soul.
Don't turn away. to leave my shattered glass bleeding heart in darkness,
dont deny everything. to turn away and leave me again. on my own.

Would you grasp my hand under the unkown bush in Sinaloa, Mexico?
Or will you leave me on my own again.
where I can only be alone for so long. and when I am finally numb. my mind will be gone.
The empty sedative box crumbles,
and my T-shirts are littered with blood.
My universe has been destroyed by a cruel world.
One flame of life still whispers.
feed the fire, por prevor?

Was the last line por pervor? or was it supposed to be por favor? It's been 30 years since Spanish class and the word you used doesn't ring a bell.

It was interesting, but I'm not sure if it's about tyranic sweatshops that are a ruse for other activities or what. Could you give some insight on it?

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