Slipping down, I'm surely bent
Straight to it again, already sick
Dry heave, yes it's rinse and repeat
Feeling blank again
Static after storm
Not a god, just a number
Excuse myself, it's just a trend
...
By God it's again
By God it's him
By God it's not me
By God I can't believe
...
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