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And as the days began to stretch I can’t believe it I made it
Until I’m gasping for my breath inside a dream they’ve created
It’s all my cadence, it’s the words I write it’s everything you see
It’s for the moments in your life when it gets harder to breath
It isn’t me, I’m just a figment in a subconscious image
Inside a frequency of moments that get Harder to live with
I admit it, I’m too honest, I’m too modest and shy
And that’s exactly why I’m saying I won’t make it alive
Inside the mind there is a passage where the ego relaxes
And every passion that I’ve passed in slowly waits for my action
Just let it happen, let it go, and push the pegs in the hole
It's all abstracted from the madness in the depths of my soul
Another road, another journey in my life take a chance
Another cold world falling through the palms of my hands
I can’t believe it, all the pieces mold my enemies speechless
You can always change your fate
That’s the end of my thesis
Your Mind, How peaceful
Your Mind, Unequal
Your Mind I see through
Your Mind Will eat you
Subconscious
Subconscious
Subconscious
Subconscious
And when the world runs out of ink I’ll pull the trigger and blink
Another closing scene when others couldn’t stand what I think
And now I’m sitting in my home
With the pen all alone
I couldn’t hold all the emotions
So I carved them in stone
And on the second day that passed I made a pen from the ashes
And watched the world without our writing slowly cripple the masses
It’s in my mind
This is all a dream I’ve held in my head
You either make with what you have or fall apart like the rest
I can’t believe it
It’s a signal from my subconscious mind
Soon they’ll be coming for the art It’s just a matter of time
In the pursuit of selfish movement there’s no happiness here
It’s all been sewn between the lips of every sheep in the mirror
And as the books burn tall, write the textures and scents
And use perception with your essence 'til the writing makes sense
And make a poem on your hand and put that hand in your pocket slip
Til you gather with enough and tell them this is that prophet shit
I know that part had went off topic Guess my genre is nonsense
It’s all from digging in the caves among my beaten subconscious
And Now I’ve lost it, I’m exhausted, By the words I ignite
An academic epidemic slowly growing in size
Along the line inside your mind where every thought is enthroned
With every minute that you take you’re being dragged by the stone
I’m all alone inside the zone
Holding tightly on the microphone
Your mind is who you are beyond the flesh that you’ve grown

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