These statistic so low
everything slowmo
what the f- is wrong with this
isn't there already enough
this land so slick
my hands bound by cuffs
my feet stuck in the mud
this f-in' weather is killing me
with these sound waves trembling me so
I feel like
without just none of this sunshine
just knock me out
so i'll feel nothing no more
this blasted typhoon
these chaotic earthquakes
destroying, trapping, murdering so many souls
with or without makes me feel ever so helpless
to far too old
damn this godforsaken distance
let me break out
ARGHHH! ! !
I feel like falling down
sucking me in this gaping hole
let me
help me out
a mime stuck in a box
a mine perishing by thought
let me think anew
and plant these four in my grandfather
to make him all better
so numb
so frail
forgive my language
I just am down
plz save my people
save my grandfather
and i'll come up there
to rest once more
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