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Breathe It
Taste the air, open your mouth and embrace the hate
tastebuds slow dancing with verbal fate
emotional rollercoaster, vomit your soul excrete your heart
that bottomless hole
line with spite, would u like a bite
just a nibble, try a piece of my life
The devil's guiding my spirit on a mission
to a dead end road, mental perdition
I petition for redemption only to fall short
my vocal attempt only to fall naught
to fall not to rise like dust or clouds
or air or shirts from girls gone wild
But sink deeper like an anchor or death
My angels have left and death means no anger is left
the pain is inept in depth can't constrain my rage
complacent with hate so I'm deaf
to any insight on life, cause life is lost
so why fight, I've already lost
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