It seems I’m losing faith…a split decision’s what I’ll
Choose to make…the biggest difference are the bruises made
A mental prison I peruse the gate…steady trying to
Boost the chains and break without a question for the new escape
Instead I’m stepping in my shoes with aches, walked a couple
Miles all all the while I am doomed to fate, there no de-
-nial when it’s final not a clue to chase, given no re-
-prisal for the trial how I move is strange - noticing I’m
Not sleeping…the hours longer than a docs treatment
People say they care but through their actions they do not mean it
Lifees a game and I am not cheating, feeling really
Sick from all the days where I am not eating, medication
Stacking up, hating how my hearts beating - palpations
Frequent now - stressing when I’m calm, even if the day is
Perfect still I’m feeling like it’s not decent, I’m leaving
Options at the door cause I can not read them, I just want a
Better life…never trusted words from all that dead advice
May have worked for others - as for me it’s like a heavy crime the
Debt is high..never have a chance to get my credit right
Thinking bout the moment where my death’ll strike accept t why to-
-morrow isnt promised but it’s best to try, really think I’m
Bugging out Im never using pesticide, numbers in my
Phone but not a friend that I could next describe the pressure rise the
Effort climbs and proves that I’m deserving what is verified but…
…on the other hand my honor is blighted…and it’s
Certainly a fact that I am drawn from the light and…what’s the
Purpose if the act isnt a cause for excitement I
Often would try it responding like I’m not for the violence..and it
Proves that I’m a confident guy and despite the fact that I’m
Likely attacked for pushing through the horror inside it’s…not con-
-cerning when the loss is defined as what I would start in a
Crisis…not for implying the stars are aligning but I’m
Looking to the skies and to God up above and I
Wanna curse the life that he had dropped in in the mud since a
Younging I’ve been troubled as I walked through the sludge but He
Promise that it’s not what it was I was made for greater
Things and yet it seems that everything I do is worthless
Working at a job that I am irked with…really it’s a
Burden…pain has been delivered in a surplus
Waiting on the day where I can turn up and say that I am
Done with these - clocking out and flipping off the companies
Till then everyday is filled with with plenty suffering
Every single night when I am wondering if this is what I
Have because of karma I will never be recovering…
Come with me…follow as I show you the pain and the
Mode of the strain ever potent as it flows trough my veins
Hopes in a drain and it’s colder than the oceans and rain if you
Know what I’m saying you’ll feel that I’m devoid of the shame homie I
Wanna quit…grab the biggest bottle I can find getting
Drunk with it…slipping in my sorrows I’m inclined isnt
Nothing quick…drifting as I fall into a darker place…
….I don’t really wanna talk today….but tell me…
…what did I do to deserve this?
…if this there all there is to life, what’s the purpose?
…not many tears that I can cry and its all kosher…
…I pray that I can start over…but if I
Can’t? Then the choice is limited, I know the difference
Either I employ the penmanship with poise and militance
Or I can destroy what really is my voice of temperance
Never did avoid what’s tempted this I chose to get a grip
Lonely in this frozen wilderness the mode is temperate
Souless in my scrolls and hidden scripts there’s no division its
Open as the sole defense I grit my own resentment if I
Float then I can surely get it with no dissension this is
All I have to offer…I’m calling to the Father in a
Last ditch effort as I’m begging for responses
Mama told me he was always there and she had promised he would
Pull me from the bottom if I trusted in the concept but
A mental prison I peruse the gate…steady trying to
Boost the chains and break without a question for the new escape
A split decision’s what I’ll choose to make…either I de-
-ny the obvious just admit that I am losing faith…
Choose to make…the biggest difference are the bruises made
A mental prison I peruse the gate…steady trying to
Boost the chains and break without a question for the new escape
Instead I’m stepping in my shoes with aches, walked a couple
Miles all all the while I am doomed to fate, there no de-
-nial when it’s final not a clue to chase, given no re-
-prisal for the trial how I move is strange - noticing I’m
Not sleeping…the hours longer than a docs treatment
People say they care but through their actions they do not mean it
Lifees a game and I am not cheating, feeling really
Sick from all the days where I am not eating, medication
Stacking up, hating how my hearts beating - palpations
Frequent now - stressing when I’m calm, even if the day is
Perfect still I’m feeling like it’s not decent, I’m leaving
Options at the door cause I can not read them, I just want a
Better life…never trusted words from all that dead advice
May have worked for others - as for me it’s like a heavy crime the
Debt is high..never have a chance to get my credit right
Thinking bout the moment where my death’ll strike accept t why to-
-morrow isnt promised but it’s best to try, really think I’m
Bugging out Im never using pesticide, numbers in my
Phone but not a friend that I could next describe the pressure rise the
Effort climbs and proves that I’m deserving what is verified but…
…on the other hand my honor is blighted…and it’s
Certainly a fact that I am drawn from the light and…what’s the
Purpose if the act isnt a cause for excitement I
Often would try it responding like I’m not for the violence..and it
Proves that I’m a confident guy and despite the fact that I’m
Likely attacked for pushing through the horror inside it’s…not con-
-cerning when the loss is defined as what I would start in a
Crisis…not for implying the stars are aligning but I’m
Looking to the skies and to God up above and I
Wanna curse the life that he had dropped in in the mud since a
Younging I’ve been troubled as I walked through the sludge but He
Promise that it’s not what it was I was made for greater
Things and yet it seems that everything I do is worthless
Working at a job that I am irked with…really it’s a
Burden…pain has been delivered in a surplus
Waiting on the day where I can turn up and say that I am
Done with these - clocking out and flipping off the companies
Till then everyday is filled with with plenty suffering
Every single night when I am wondering if this is what I
Have because of karma I will never be recovering…
Come with me…follow as I show you the pain and the
Mode of the strain ever potent as it flows trough my veins
Hopes in a drain and it’s colder than the oceans and rain if you
Know what I’m saying you’ll feel that I’m devoid of the shame homie I
Wanna quit…grab the biggest bottle I can find getting
Drunk with it…slipping in my sorrows I’m inclined isnt
Nothing quick…drifting as I fall into a darker place…
….I don’t really wanna talk today….but tell me…
…what did I do to deserve this?
…if this there all there is to life, what’s the purpose?
…not many tears that I can cry and its all kosher…
…I pray that I can start over…but if I
Can’t? Then the choice is limited, I know the difference
Either I employ the penmanship with poise and militance
Or I can destroy what really is my voice of temperance
Never did avoid what’s tempted this I chose to get a grip
Lonely in this frozen wilderness the mode is temperate
Souless in my scrolls and hidden scripts there’s no division its
Open as the sole defense I grit my own resentment if I
Float then I can surely get it with no dissension this is
All I have to offer…I’m calling to the Father in a
Last ditch effort as I’m begging for responses
Mama told me he was always there and she had promised he would
Pull me from the bottom if I trusted in the concept but
A mental prison I peruse the gate…steady trying to
Boost the chains and break without a question for the new escape
A split decision’s what I’ll choose to make…either I de-
-ny the obvious just admit that I am losing faith…
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