Mud
Please sit still, you're making me ill, rolling out a private hate,
He is a sympathetic charm, backing up the last primate,
Stitching the shoes from his feet, waking me with all his toys and sweets,
Markets, things we bought, he likes to keep life's rope nice and taught.
Mist so fine, I can't seem to make it, I can't see an inch beyond my nose x3
Stuck behind these myopic eyes, I within all this garbage and skin,
Mud fills between my ears, and my life is cut away and smeared,
Stuck behind these myopic eyes, I within all this garbage and skin,
Mud fills between my ears, and my life is cut away and smeared.
Caught in advance in his uneven stance was not enough to keep him up,
Living in a box with a chicken and fox living in quiet unison,
Make a noise, make him paranoid, find the fox with a bone in his mouth,
Sitting fat, he is nowhere near, your new friend looks up at you in fear.
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