getting away with murder
scot free
don’t look at me
the only person dying here
the one reflected back at me
stepping in the water
dare myself to breathe
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they will rise
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heavy lungs and bloodshot eyes
a beating bleeding pleading heart
has work that’s never done
they want you with your clown shoes on
tellin’ ’em your new dream job
is getting that heart gone
flint fire flashbang fun
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they will rise
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to any whimsy man could have
such is the power
of simple delusion
all just illusion
if fits not the eyes to see
that i… cant… speak…
with/out the scrutiny
g l o s t i x 