I'll face the tyrant like there's no tomorrow burning in the distance
//Burning in the distance//
Alterations of the passive state of my
Mundane existence, // he said in his soaring cries//
Hope is a fucking virtue
We are the victims
We are the victims
Come on ill fucking hurt you
Yeh Lied the victors
Lied the victors
I'm looping in and out
Round and down out and round
Again, time ends around the bend they say we're looping out again
This lane flows on forever and ever and ever fuck
Time feels nonexistent, disconnection is consistent
Mucus is building in my throat
And I can't hack it out
Open up the seam and grow
I need oxygen
Dive into real life
For a milisecond
They are the reason that you're
So unprepared unmotivated
Over complicate the concentration
He Trips over contradictions of
Make the corrections
Pieces wont just fall into their place
You needed to face
The stench of disarray
Dear myself i think I'm dying, my throats in knots, my blood won't clot

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