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Super High on Anxiety


All I know is

Time has changed

Inside me

dying, insane

Tired of this

Tired of that

Just tired in fact

Living exact

Proof intact

Soul out of whack

ree

Allowing

Now you trapped

with not much

Fuel in the tank

Nor much money

in the bank

Fuck America

or shall I say

The evil that controls

The narrative of the souls

that walked among us

Before the land

of time

hung us


 
 

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