Time has killed my inner human being
All the life is pouring out like a dirty stream
I won't try to speak or live by your discretion
When regardless of what I do, you guarantee contention
The gaping pit, it opens wide
Feeding on my lies, it pulls me further inside
This depression has a disgusting fucking way
Of always stacking up, ascending day by day by day
By the block of stone, the snare of vine
My inner being crushed under the weight of time
I forgot the worlds I roamed
Those secluded marble hallways that I used to know
But still it hides behind the dominant realm
What's the fucking difference between heaven and hell
I'm so tired of delusions and this mental suspension
My once free mind now guilty of retention
Feeding on my innards, leaving me gray
Crawling down the path of the lifeless way
By the block of stone, the snare of vine
My inner being crushed under the weight of time
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