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Die Alone

Maybe Ill die alone/
I might have known/
Cause I like to roam/
With my microphone/
Tied to no/
Entitled ho/
Ill fight to grow/
Until my time is shown/
To be sliding close/
To a righteous dose/
Of slimy gross/
Lightly clothed/
Mindless dopes/
And Im dying slow/
Because my mind was closed/
The dial tone/
Is ringing and no one answers/
Slowly grasping/
The fact that Im the total package/
And Ive shown my hand cause/
The roaming masses/
Are known to clash for/
No reason other than a moments hazard/
Im the chosen bastard/
That choked on ashes/
From the frozen past that/
Wont let go of my hands and/
Im floating happy/
Groping sadly/
In the darkness as the light is eroding past me/
A clone of the past me/
If youd had been told to ask me/
Why Im so bold and brashly/
Breaking through the old and damning/
Souls and phantoms/
That hold the famine/
And theyre coldly handling/
The control of dashing/
Hopeless happenings/
While folding rashly/
To preserve to coals their fanning/
My home is travelling/
Im a vagabond/
I have to crawl/
On my belly just to match the slog/
Through a savage walk/
From manic talk/
To romantic drops/
My happy song/
Is an afterthought/
Grab your chalk/
And trace my outline/
I face the downtime/
In my race to have life/
By remaining crouched behind/
My display of doused fire/
I aim to outshine/
Everyone, its effortless/
Im reticent/
To let them in/
Because my imminence/
Is definite/
The sense is this/
Is destined kid/
Im special with/
This mental shit/
Obsessed with it/
Challenge me youre stupid/
Cause the truth is/
The shoe, its/
Meant to fit/

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