V1
Back in the [bad word] the black verbiage oil
Swimming in vomit from threat [bad word] toil
Tilling the soil that will not produce
The flower of reason as I’m wearing a noose
Back in the puddle I used to call home
Sniffing for scraps as I’m braking my bones
Killing the man I thought could be [bad word] maturity
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I’m crying again
I am stinking with shame
I fight for renewal
I am fighting in vain
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V2
Mothers keep dying for the love of my road
Nothing is sacred and nothing’s foretold
The only bright future lies beyond the wall
I’m crawling from constance I’m cracking the mould
Brothers keep crying with their fists to the glass
Beating on demons till they fall on their [bad word] Feeling for safety with their heads to the ground
Begging the ways to where their purpose is found
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