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A self-proclaimed introspective
just spit in the face of the common
men who die (unselected!)
you've covered your
the oil in the gears of your old

Sparking that gas heart up in flames
to blister a void your hollowed out cave
try to get sleep, I fear your pulse dying out
come put me in my place when you come around

We ain't on taking the blame
God damn, corroded your poor father's name
around dead man, muster up!
Oh I can wait you reap what you've sewn

the grave, Chasing the grave
You got the inside you heart
You got that inside you

Said all I need to say, no
Forgive, move it all
Said all I to say, the best way to say it
Drifting