One day at a time
You count your blessings
Then continue to
A Reverse of Progress
To step back in regression
An
Frantically running through the catacombs of peril so far from
this dream i'm living will never end
when i attempted to
the stubble on my face engraves my lack of compassion
(Instrumental)
Staring at a tree split in two
Asking yourself if you
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