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is it foolery we drifted by
or pure blatant egoism
all the years being engaged by the same shit
to temper the wind to the shorn lamb
to know what happened all these years
the reason of my splitting headache
words like a snakes tongue
calm as a lake
hatred unable to imitate
to respect that what's most important
deeds like the knifes blade
tell the reason why
racked with pain because the truth is told
are those walls intact or will they break
the answer a mental defect
the time will show us the way
swung the knifes blade
known for a long time but never found the courage
it's time to take control