Final Pop

I'm trying to sell my time
But make more losses than profit
With a hole in my pocket
I'm greedily looking for signs

Trying to erupt the void
Im peeping out from cocoon
Living through dreams of a loon
There's no way out so enjoy it

I managed to break away
From the beautiful rot
Innate need to depart
Into the new decays

Seems every road is astray
I keep my hands on that plow
Tryna become a flow
Instead of smudging dismay

I'm just another animal honey
Forget about higher aspirations
If there's no higher meaning, our time can't be wasted
Inhale my medicine, I'm back to being a radical puppy



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