There's no place to lay dead When I can't stay awake The growth I need is fettered with fear My heels dug in my place Keep your heart Clasped into your hands Your family just Knows half of where you've been The indian summer is better than nothing Burn the sun in my skin Bleeding bells of inner guilt Salvation rays are thin I say to myself You don't need anyone This world is fucked Just as you have become I stand as a man who's seen many things My youth has made me strong I see the fraught of the words I have said Got nothing for anyone The words that I speak Are like the clinging hell The songs that I sing Been poisoning your well Hands in my pockets And down on my knees I beg for will to change I've spun around from the wheel that I spin In one week I'll be the same
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