scrape this, seal it, numb it to perfection
a mere sportfuck, but whose to blame?
persistence, nurtured by hatred
time take, a loss to be dealt with
sin sold cheap, a resurrected image
resurrected dreams of hope, constant interruptions
constant desire, a breastfed addiction
to cope with misunderstanding and lust
my tears will say more than my words ever will
hold this within your own; help me make it numb
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