There's a fluctuation
In dedication to my mind,
But I've taken my time
And I've waited in line
For this state of mine.
This is where games
Become the gravity of now,
Pulling us in,
Giving us in
To something never intended.
I pretended many things.
And I'm sucking out the poison in my skin.
There is a magnitude of disgrace
Holding the walls to this placebo effect.
Noses erect, we hunt.
A stunt never doubled,
We're going through the trouble
Of a concrete bubble
Where instincts are vicious
And judgment will miss us.
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