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These days are flying, no time to check wrists when you're this deep in the trench,
I am under the bench, trying to lift the team of dreams up,
I've had enough, and it's back to pulling triggers,
I figure that this is a limited offer war,
heart on my sleeve in a blood puddle on the floor,
and the sickly metallic smell,
it is the time that I tell, that all is moving towards well,
and so I fell....
no I'm not coming,
sorry it's all over,
I can't afford a forty,
this shift is never over.
I will sacrifice for the heights,
Keeping my promise obvious,
I serve and get what I deserve,
but then I get lost in the reverb,
lessons learned and added to the pile,
a flame behind the smile,
denial has never been my forte,
just a little more foreplay.
