The tension in the air
a ringing phone
should i swallow
my balls
I'm not, the lie
your trying to find,
or blindly seek
I don't walk on water
although, I like the wine
I'm all the things
that will make you think
See this wall so thick
no angels
in my world
Convulse and regurgitate
life and all it's matter
cleanse a soul to purity
So many uneven roads
of melted pavement,
that I've traveled
in the past
Hate me for talking
Hate me for fucking
Hate me for thinking
This isn't my problem
to fucking solve
wenelson2006
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