my thoughts are tied
one fighting each other
i found my freedom
trapped between four walls
better than no one
but the one i was before
i cut the cord
i'm frozen to the core
i sold fun to get strength
say no word and get bent
better far and mute
far and mute, crass and rude
lips closed tight so you don't drown in the truth
the situation crystalized
both victim and blade
twisted as a cypher
defending the signified
no friends, no fun, no highlife target
bounded by obsessions
and hidden as a black cult
my life is a cycle of pain, labour, and stress drain
still troubles
still so much aversion
this is all i've got

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