My mind runs, i feel guns, this prosectuion of this things i shun
Who knows, i feel bestowed, to have a life thats right but still unknown
My heart beats, my hurt feet, i've trecked through these dark clouds
Bottle in hand, i feel like nothing can touch my plan, i'll be the man
But what is a man, a god damn prosocution of others, we smuther
We hate each other, but no matter how much i drink i can't feel my mother
Her feelings are wavering, stand with this hatred and, where is she?
No where, i feel despair, i can't imagine being alive with out her there
Fuck life, i can beat this bitch down, i'm a clown, you can't here the sounds
These painful wallows, the cries i let out are shallow, old trees, i feel hallow
.....it just all makes no difference

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