We are the standard
We are your last excuse
You're one in
This is the last impression
That I'm going to make
So you
My words have no meaning to you
You interpret as you
I've said it all before in so many words
And I'll
Here's a beat
It is a solid beat
And no one's paying
I wake up everyday and it feels like death
I'm sure
All my clever words had run out
I'm just scraping bottom
You're running out now
You've led them through your tired edge
Their heads on backwards
Decisions frozen in vain
The fate grows colder
Illusion
It walks in circles all the time
Different mind
It claws the
Cornered
Teeth scraped along the walls
Jaw frantic in protest
Scarred hands jerk
I glanced away
And the tides swept past me
Wherever you've run
And
Marching forward
Blind with rage
Faces strapped to tubes
Devoid of human flesh
F
Walked straight for the longest time
Never looked at that exit
I saw a star beneath the stairs
Glowing through the
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