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The path I set out on a turn
when the axis
This is not the life I
What's done is
The is committed
Now the beast has home to roost
He returns with on his hands
in the trap of meeting
the of supply and reprimand

My is boiling.

I can't my own skin
Though I can see it
Can't expose all sins
But I can see them down.
There's no escape building tension
The pressure has been refitted
A lost plot in revision
A rising that's never abated
You can't enough 'til too much
The envelope is
Too far gone now to reverse my and be subjugated

And my keeps boiling.

This is a of hate.
This is how I choose to
The only way I to exist
The road is and the cost is high
But I was for this,
My of hate.