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I got a panic and I man it I hand it what it needs to succeed. And what it needs what I give it uses to watch me bleed and I feed off the flood of bloody mud from my soul. what the duck is my goal? since when is the day just as dark as coal? i stole the plenty and the pennies of the pole and I goal to have stole nothing more. too high a score to wanna be cuffed anymore what's in store? What is more? how's a chore from the floor? When my mind is tunnel visioned on the things I adore. something more tries to pound and it's sound is trembling the ground spoken but I havnt found that the crown of life has been stripped away. I pay and the sway of everyday-I like it. despite it- does and goes as it does even after we discuss how important the trust is and how it's a must I'm at the crust and the dust is- all that is left of us after we evil Caneval our way to the sequal what isn't equal to the sight of other people gots me wondering how steep'l ever be too far. a shooting star from the foot of the car and the par stays high and I die a little everytime that i eye an absence and fall what's it called when I'm missing the call when it's rang and I found it at a fall. It's all. that's all can't fall and I won't. don't and I can't so as I pant and I rant I still won't stumble won't crumble as I fumble to stay humble