This is the only way I, know how much of me I despise
The only way I, will have enough of me
Told: seek and you shall find, yet I deny this truth
Overrated and assured, didn’t think I’d get this ill
No we can’t see, the frailties of our greed
So this must mean, lust reigns through silent screams
Why won’t we see, the ways to become clean
The fault on that I kneel, comes to motion
Here I am again, again, digging my own end
What becomes of this? and then, time gets older
Collapse in a thousand ways, no breath from beneath the stones
Can’t be angry with you, with no one but myself
Here I am again, again, Digging my own end
What becomes of this? And them, I’ve had enough of me
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