Its like Learning to crawl again;
When you're stuck with your head in the ground.
The bottomless well has thousands of yells,
And the words build up their mound.
I need to clear the fog;
My car's an overused auto gear,
I need to achieve clarity,
It's too crowded in here; I need to rest my fears.
They recently captured my photo;
Yet It displays me expressionless;
It's the photo of the year,
But it shows I'm living timeless.
I was cornered by myself;
Drowned by the seven seas.
Yet I still believed;
Believed you were the devil-
The devil in me.
It's about time,
It's about time,
It's about time;
That I was found.
"Castrate by the neck, his head is useless anyway.
Not even the ground will take it."
If only I could shake this.
This disposition is taking it's toll,
I've bartered with the demons inside,
But all they have is what they stole.
What they stole.
Endless tapes run within me.
Burn the tapes save the players.
Endless tapes run within me.
Rid of distracting mayors.
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