The trumpet in that ancient band
She said “It's hot, the way you stand.”
A stubborn heart inside this man
Infinite love buried under sand
I cannot take this anymore!
I wanna get the fuck out!
I'm gonna work more days each week
One day I will have clout
Random lines to pass the time
It just shows that the state
I've been in; static unreality
Makes all chaos…no straights
7 years of existential tears
Like nothing is even real
I will strain at this cruel game
I'm not the devil's meal!
I do not even feel a thing
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
If he dies will I even cry?
Unfolding until it's true
All so weird…I want to own it
I’ll kill the shame
But won’t disown it
All was in dear Christ's atonement
But I don't see it in the moment
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