trust fall slowed

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lyrics: in a fiction made up long ago by mr. agafonov, we see someone who looks a lot like me! there's a pair of pretty egos, and twice as many unresolved scenarios peculiar as can be. in a fiction made up long ago by mr. agafonov – i seem to be the only one who's here – i’m a nobody both young and old, my bedroom's full of cotton balls, some days i can't remember how to speak. fortunate for me, he always oversees! making me seem happy when nobody else believes. acting somewhere from within, rotting out my brain and leaving bruises on my skin – AH!!! OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN, you take over me??? OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN – "you belong to me." OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN, you take over me?!?! OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN – a calamity!!! in a fiction made up long ago by mr. agafonov, we see someone who looks a lot like me. my abrasions leaking printer ink and filling up the kitchen sink, i’ve lost my own ability to think. well, the man behind the fiction had a terrible conviction when he saw himself reflecting in my eyes: he’s a memory of long ago, preserved emotions left aglow, an echo who's been hiding in disguise. fortunate for me, he doesn't get upset making sure I know he's there whenever I forget locked up somewhere in the rot, there to let me know that we deserve the story we got: OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN "you’re not listening." OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN "just obey me." OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN "you’re not listening!!!" OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN a calamity. i don't remember what I did… i don't remember what was done to me. i don't remember why I'm scared??? i don't remember who was there to see. we don't remember what we did. we don't remember what was done to us. we don't remember who we are. …i might remember who you are to me, though… in a fiction written long ago, i held your hand, then let it go. the knight in shining armor plunged his sword into his maiden's lungs. so, was it out of mercy? or maybe dual #######? a pair of pretty egos just met each other eye-to-eye…? "now, promise me your stiff remains will hold in place, and I'll restrain your fingers – dyed and oxidized – by blame collected over time. see? everything is our fault! my duty's to apologize! the punishment for our deeds is judged upon what I decide!" …so he told me.