Maybe fate is busy calling me, my ears are closed off
Or maybe l see it when l lay down and knock off
I used to wander about some, if not all
Back then, when l hadn't lost control
Now my my ears are wide open, only the sound of;
unmitigated gusto chips in
My eyes are wide open, l only see the sun as;
it comes out and goes back in
It's not might not sight that l lost
But something l cherish the most
Now that I cannot wonder about anything at all
This is me, now that I lost control
When I am walking, l feel like l can fly uphill
Put my shirt on, ripping it apart is the only thing l feel
I take three bottles of champagne, l don't realize l'm getting drunk
I don't eat, l swallow, dare me me with the largest chunk
The best version of myself is terminated
A new but diabolical beast illuminated
Now l am the vortex of trepidation that l failed to eliminate
Pandemonium was in college, now is the time for it to graduate
The drums in my voices are trembling
The springs in my legs are shaking
I lost it the moment l drank petrol, lit the matchstick
and kissed the dragon.
I lost control
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