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FIishSawceProd - MAC’N OUT Sitting with it Known for dipping, nervous laughter, masochism Synthetic I’ve been jealous Live waltzing on the brink till my limbs perish Dread to think where the kids head is Somewhere between heaven and the fringe of terrors Strung, fretting The sun’s setting - looking like a scene made for Wim Wenders Life is but a dream and the dreams endless I’ve been struggling to breath and it feels splendid Keep my heals centred Found a bit of shelter when I built a sentence In a tempest - a pleasure to soak How I treasure what the rest of em don’t How it ebbs and it flows How nobody knows like woes never spoke that you kept in your throat I can’t place it, still face it alone As the days slip, grip my figments close Strange script cos I live what I wrote Through the spitting atone for the fibbing I chose and my frivolous bones The weight of remorse - more force on the corpse when you’re staying withdrawn Should be counting up my blessings, start paying them forward Like take them they’re yours