Hanging by the thinnest thread
I could've sworn by now I'd already be dead
The coldest winter, enough has been said
Locked away in this weathered bed
Much like a prisoner, over powered control
The darkest place that I call home
Underline the distruthful ties
like wine spilling through the tunnels of the timeline
Take another look
They're making me live
Life like a prisoner, over powered control
The darkest place that i call home
I've tried, too many times
Don't question, just take another look
And so you, cry yourself to sleep
With the words they speak
An overseer spitting words of deceit
A conformity that laugh as they preach
Words, of a thousand liars
Cough it out, as we barely live
An inch away, with nothing to give
We'll find our way, pass the days
Where we live scurvy
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