Munchausen by Praxis

I've stood still long enough to rust
I've gathered layers of
Uncertainty and dust
Still out of reach and out of touch
This overwhelming sense of crisis
Holds me like a drug

If you're a match then
I'm doused in gasoline
In the end we're nothing more than
An arsonist's wet dream
A long winded vow
Devolves to screams and shouts

A novelty without a chance
To warrant little more than
A vacant passing glance
I'm sweating with anticipation



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Braddam
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