man
stick pointing to the sixth
runnin from the eighth
Still can't find motherfuckin faith
ducking the op
still catching a case
cold case of clear mind and face
face it
race it, waste away at the end
end the moment
slow and dormant
seeking low blown torment
shut it quick synthesize
realize and verbalize
a meaning
gleaming
face it please don't chase it
stuck in a pit
without a route
trying to scream my way out
waves and haze
fogging my ways
ending my days
feeding what pays
in my head still doubt
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