Only to be on the same plain,
As those that distain,

My soul and themselves

How can I ask for help,
When they don’t even know themselves?”

But at the end of this song i plea,
In the sick sacrament look in my eyes and you’ll see the harsh reality

Of love gained and lost,
The weights thrown up and forgot,
The pain I feel,

So many hide from what is real,
That’s why I did heroic psychedelics

Vengeance was once a virtue,
But I learned seeking it would never be right”

Expression,
Visage,
I plate,

Crack back,
Soft sacks,
I’ll indulge in the taste,

Just so I have another day listening to those that were thought of mistake.”

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