That Work

Lyrics
I want to live well, like something single celled Sound only like I'm spelled 'Cause no one can tell who is specifically yelling in hell Godless opera of inner monster Meanwhile I struggle to trust people with perfect posture Not on the odd closeness roster of a trauma bonder Healing at the pace big mistakes rust and age one's face The way time destroys a favorite tape... To have been in better shape... Re-mastering your emotional scaffolding, to redistribute weight Of what's happening to your hat in the wind A fissure within, cracking your actual skin Pain's paint arranging its permanent stain Its winds whirling your weather vein Affecting your stomach like a good amusement park plummet I'm just trying to breathe and concede to not needing much Talking drinking my own blood, sleep in a heating duct Eating my own guts, minimally living it up Exploring the doubled edge of a lead Midas's Touch What was expected of me, burned in effigy Sweat and tear dousing it presently Respectfully outlasting a Latch Key Kid life expectancy And self-destruct tendencies equal but separately They get the very best of me, and Houdini it Knots, chains, locks, no key, off the cliff or clock Let's see how powerful this magician's got When seeing no bubbles is your only sign of trouble The wizard's perilous puzzle starts scaring the muggles While I break shackle and buckle with tactical struggle Held breath hustle, white knuckle flexed ready-to-die muscle I take how I'm feeling in mass Then slowly it's cast into song and then past No delicate stained glass No naked slaves forced to make it Not ugly ancient western world sacred This is more hardcore and hand painted Pure forward and shameless
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- Doseone