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I can't seem to find my way in this lost soul of mine
No direction, no lines, no sense of perseption of time
These eyes can't define what I might relish to find
I just embelish this quest this is a question of mind
My cranium painfully aches when I wake
Every day somethin new that I have to embrace
My mistakes have me chasin these nightmare away
Still I pray to find peace before going astray
My bodies a robot thats programed to choose
I have no more choices it chooses to loose
Yet somethin inside me inclines me to move
And I carry myself like I carry a tune
Quick to the point with a rhyme so complex
To perplexed to react no one ever looks back
I'm relaxed when I pack all my heat in this bag full of verbs
I'm disturbed, it's absurd how I learned all these terms,
how I stir all these words that concure they're so pure
that I'm sure they will keep you at least they will please you
release you/
Now I can't go on aimlessly saying things dangerously changin the way
that I started this strange display
Now I fucked up can't find nothin more I can say
Go to bed I should say Fucked this up turned out gay
Blaaaa,Blaaaa, Blaaaa, Hey, Hey Hey
Time to sleep FUCKIN LATE



Sorry about that... I lost my train of thought.........
FUCKIT
PEACE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>