Final Words

I've been trapped at the bottom
I've been sinking in the deep
My mind is fried like the patterns
That ingrain themselves into me
This curse I burden
Feels like a brick to the brain
I'm bleeding out at the warden
Who tried to inflict the pain

Whoever tries to knock
Will suffer sepsis shock
A tip of the clock
Will get your saddles rocked
Who tries to eat
Will win at their defeat
A couple to meet
Under shadows in the street

I've got my own life to live
Inside dimensional id
We cover all roads in blood
A metaphysical hub
I give you all that I know
Bring your suffer back to low
Relax the hands of our time
Coalescing like divine
This is our escape from rationality
This is our awakening to reality
We start drinking from the fountain
As we caress the holy mountain

Whoever tries to knock
Will suffer sepsis shock
A tip of the clock
Will get your saddles rocked
Who tries to eat
Will win at their defeat
A couple to meet
Under shadows in the street



Credits
Writer(s): Gary Wilson
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