Water Pulled from the Gill

Must I lose some battles to win a war
Swallow pride they told me to build up
Should I change my name to obscure my true face

A part of me wants to disappear
Middle finger to the skyline
Close my one bad eye to line the bird up right

I kinda want to look away from this madness
O' the ease with which we're content to peddle bullshit
I no longer want to see myself laid before me, a Sisyphean task that's kicking my ass



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Writer(s): Jonathan Fricchione
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