What a Kip

I rise from aestivation
And feast my eyes on the wasteland
But it just looks the fucking same as
My brain had retained it
But this time, it felt like a vacation
Gone is the fetishisation
Of destructive behaviour
I am stable and able
In my newfound haven
My boy, I have awakened

I guess I'm spoiled in a sense
With defence against
The different kinds of loneliness
Through heritage
Today, today, today marks a new man
Who'll be grateful for what he can
And while human habituation withstands
The cruel conditions won't break us, man

I'm spoiled in a sense
Even if you win again
And I'd rather underwhelm
Than not even attempt
I'm spoiled in a sense
Even if you win again
And I'd rather underwhelm
Than not even attempt



Credits
Writer(s): Owen Murphy
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