What began as a poem
Is now just a burden
A vicious song that’s mine to keep
What began as forgetting
Is now just a prototype
Of ways to fight off sleep

Arm the thieves with the wings
And weights of soldiers
To deepen the pockets of the meek
Make mixtapes of other peoples problems
And burn everyone CDs

Cause they’ve built themselves some charade
Where a saving grace is hard to find
What began as a song
Ended up as a death threat
Addressed to everyone’s house but mine

So far confined into dead ends
With greater love of consequence
And a quiver filled with bad intentions
To let them fall where they may

Tell them for their own sake
Do your best to stay awake
The burden’s are mine
Contently confined
To carve the lines in acetate

Get the syringe
Let’s see if ink to page
Brings the same fear as life, love and medicine
It can break skin
Let’s see who feels it

Things have changed so little from the way I planned it
A ventricle scarred, lined with mathematics
And an escape to my old best advantage
A savagely cerrated pen

Get the syringe
Let’s see if ink to page
Brings the same fear as life, love and medicine
It can break skin
It can’t break me

Here’s your advantage
Things have changed so little from the way I planned it
A scab to heal hopeless semantics
We’re all romantics
The math is coincidence


Lyrics submitted by punkpirate

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