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Failure!
This holds no promises or look what I have dones
Its holding onto something and that somethings probably flawed
I dont want a gullet full of chunks
With a simple twisted head, with a simple twisted head
This manifestos aimed at my civility and calving grounds
And takes a look at what I found
Fort hill to Everest, carbuncle to the pacific
What fills me with positivity
Green highway signs, bright runway lights and faces I cant recognize
The well is dry, the residents with sandstorm minds
They only hydrate the need but will they open their eyes?
Maybe develop some plan Bs?
Were working overtime, were working overtime
Cue unrelated and blood-lined critics to start screaming
Theres nothing you can do
Ill draw some dotted lines from here to everywhere
Then connect them all at once
Im not the only one
The French to Yangtze
From Pine to Lyons
Always stepping backwards, lacking creativity
The dark horizon I scan for change but nothing is happening
Lets move
Its getting harder, its getting harder
The brink of death
One trip for total satisfaction
Its getting harder to ignore
Its all inside
One more trip and well still come up hated
Look what boredom has created