Now, there's a crack on the inside, and I start to play.
My fingers stuck, over stood my stay.
My world is bent from this development
Moving faster, than a storms rain after the plaster split, where my fingers fit.
Sure disaster and growing faster then my skin can take.
At least that's what they say.
Crowded cluster.
Do you [bad word] her to hold the weight, or take the change
Abandoned labor.
Do yourself a favor and do for you, not what you're used to
No more space to breathe.
I cant stay here too many bad choices.
No more sanity, if I stay here, too many, voices.

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