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i find myself questioning questions, with contradicting answers
battling myself like people fighting to be battling cancers
a maddening banter... with raised voices and clenched fists
mentals entrenched and restless feeling fucked an reckless
temped by a temptress.. defenseless knocked senseless
walking in circles.. doing the same shit expecting something different
minds beaten a purple.. but doctors can't treat my symptoms
another victim.. of pills, thrills and rolled up dollar bills
snort another man, yeah kill what you feel pop it till you ill
chasing my tail at will.. like fuck it i'll catch it tomorrow
mouth connected to bottles drinkin jack till its hollow
not depressed i confess that its hollow I'm just chasin the dream
breaking the seems cause lately giving a fuck is flaky unseen
save me from me or can you? not suicidal by a long shot
but long thoughts on death with unrest tied with strong knots
minds gone lost, as I'm sitting on a table slipping from the EMT's Grip
wondering if my lives real or am i just on deaths last DMT trip