im folded, its torrid
im boding the roses
torn open, its rowing
my rovings worn sewn in
shed a couple scales off my back
count the lead in shales, false flag attack
reaving in the rust my, lungs might crack
molded in, the malice held it back
and i can hardly stand on those tethered rines
you just wanna bask in those severed ties
but that's too much to askance cus' i still writhe
culling through the ash, taut, im paralyzed
i'm too sober not to let it wrack
unto owe her, i'd forsaken back
caught up choking, boughed, i'm not abaft
now it's broken i can't hold a haft
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