You're words shoved in the back of my head like a gag
the guillotine of good fortune wrapped around my neck
I'll be preparing my body bag
while you are making sure my death is anything but quick.
You've tranquilized my faith with lies
and I won't be ignored
I won't be reborn
and I ain't aware of your consequence
Words slither through your mouth with each sound
like the snakes of medusa's crown
invading the streets of this town
Everyday my eyes bring the same problems just rearranged
as a part of every life's transactions that end in vain
Everyday its the same routine
everyday I end talking to myself
Everyday its the same to me
cause in the end we're just talking to ourselves.
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