I'm extremely beneath this
I fast forwarded my rewind button and the cd skipped

Is there poison in this ink?

Sparkles are collected in a red stain on the sink
Magic sunk in my bloodstream
All these memories I spit
Wasted, faded, descriptions of me
Shaken, you've mistaken me as someone who can handle defeat
But I'm already sold on the nostalgia that your ambience beholds

Maybe I should just trust
And ask for us to pass this test of relentless intelligence
It's a rat race, a tainted haze and my heart's in a cage because of it

Now there's no tricks, just plain advice
Leave the gun at home kid
Kill them all by being kind

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