I am lost
in claymation
like times so long
ago forgotten
I am as real as
plastic and
I deserve to feel
this rotten
feverish cotton
Forgetten myself
my selfish centered ways
I ride the rush
waves for ways
road it paves
to Hell with good intentions
blockheads forgotten
And I should mention
that I'm the last standing
trying to fight me
all the others jus left
and said let it be
But I'd rather bleed for
my sin
cuz baby it's you
who will never win
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