I should develop myself a positive
hustle forge some new gimmick and take it a million miles away from
confinement and isolation yeah I’m shaking off the leg irons that shape my
footprints into the too familiar patterns of helplessness and despair
fetch me a doctor to inoculate my spirit I’m crashing out of this jail before new variants of old killers nail my lid shut I’ve seen those monsters they were six miles high and loaded with terminal velocity
they have my name and postcode etched in memory there’s no negotiating with their dark
intentions they’ll seize my lungs and
pump me dry it’s a matter of time and time is limited by nature I want to live if only for the moment I want to live like I’ll never die
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