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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