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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 of your old beast

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

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

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

all I need to say, no rehash
Forgive, past it all
all I need to say, the best way to say it
Drifting