He has leopards eyes like a priest who's a thief with no faithful beliefs, they are buried six feet along with what lies inside. He's searching for a face to hide. Help me get out of myself. Hunting my haunting memories, I've gotta get them out of me. Draining the vision, everything seems to show so clearly now. His souls chained to a sea of anchors. The current is currently feeding off of his anger. Frustration certainly kills in time. Fighting the cycle, recycled. Confined.
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