Out of this swamp the air is breathable
Nostrils are clear but eyes are still skeptical
Allbodies pulling me down
The bells don't ring anymore in this town
I hear you. Your breath hasn't left my face
But your words are wasted in deep space
Cutting clean and dressing up down the stream
These ducks are keen on collective self-esteem
A poet's torment written in black rims and spelled in flowery bowels
Just like a stubborn cancer who will not throw its towel (x2)
History's slate is wiped clean
So you can go ahead and re-imagine it in dreams of a coward's mescaline
Let me teach you how to let go
A machine's faithful recreation of a a taxidermist's elation
All the bodies are rambling but I'm still stuck on probation
Lead yourselves out of that cage, the lock already has been picked
Because it's one look up and six feet deep, just like your brothers in the crypt
This is why I refrain from from the odds
Sitting at the top is too unstable
I'd rather be in charge of the warning shots
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