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It's deteriorating, into 3 wide, mental floor A sudden letter of inconfidence was parceled me this week. And these brown pages contain more about me than I ever knew
Certainly represents I was a test subject under siege But I spent now, few months being diseased Recently I heard them dying from a metal leak I can't open my eyes, but I imagine myself being birthed repeatedly in a nuclear reactor Where my only enemy, I call him 'sly Palladium'
I know he's a king of a district now But our walls seem to confine me the more I speak, Greenery is a toxic waste, is all i ever heard So by now you know you can't rely on trees, hanging by leaves I rely on some darker mass of me, if I ever known Maybe something you often refer as soul Afraid of, since I used it to burn a heatless fire And now I expect Palladium will pay to fill this hole Believe my words as I'm scared to write till the end of the page I'll turn massless, but refuse to rise at the end of my days
