Tricks of the mind
Working for no reason
Praying without pause
They teaming up on me
But it’s the wrong season
Defeat starting to burn
Sick with no germs
Laughing without cause
Respect is now earned
I stand
Gravity tries to knock me
My land
No time to speak properly
Playing games with no winner
No coats more shivers
Is bad now good
Is rich now hood
The brain worn out
Confused understood
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