Extraction, a need for information
Cold stare, precludes the devastation
Pre-planned, meticulous
Knowledge base, a knowledge base
Silver tongued, latch on the lies
The human condition is what I despise
Crystal rim brought up to crimson
From within I release a smile
A lie that defiles, a lie that defiles
Salt rubbing on a swollen lip
Cracked and broken
A crimson crevice set into my jaw
From a fight I hadn't seen coming
Memories flash a hidden agenda
Punctuated, I reflect to the fist
And face in the floor
My gaze cuts to the truth, for it is written
Forced within walls, of self-incarceration
Will I let it be, free as I give into the feelings I
The feelings I
The glass now broken in my palm
Cutting to the bone
Have I lost all control?
Not even the Xanax now ground into powder
I bite can help me get a grip on this world
Now we stare across a canyon made of liquor and lies
Biding over time until we die

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