I am but a farce
A satire of stability
Insecurity
It's an uphill struggle
It's me versus the world
The shore still starves
For another
Novel of my shipwrecked being
Tied up, dried, alive, still breathing
The sands of time
For me are running out
My hands shake
In apprehension
Of every action
I'm guilty of playing the victim
The shore still starves
For another
Novel of my shipwrecked being
Tied up, dried, alive, still breathing
The sands of time
For me are running out
Just like the embracive of that made you
They'll surely destroy you
Just like the embracive of that made you
They'll surely destroy you
It's time for your panic
Then it kills
And makes you manic
Making its way inside
Relax it's alright
Making its way inside
Relax it's alright
Panic
Grips your frantic breathing
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
Just like the embracive of that made you
They'll surely destroy you
Just like the embracive of that made you
They'll surely destroy you
Just like the embracive of that made you
They'll surely destroy you
Just like the embracive of that made you
They'll surely destroy you
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