The clock is starring down my neck
Hard tick left
I practice starring at it all dam day
Sometimes I wonder it anything I do is real
Starring at the empty space

I get stuck in a void
Where our language is bound
By pre ordained negations
It makes me want to lose it, use it, prove it

My cracked face
Blank and corrupt
Looking for the idiot who likes it
And it's not me

I've got somewhere to be
I pick up the kids at half three
I go home to hate what's on TV then its...

I've got nowhere to be
I bitch about the kids that have me
Contrast cuts into my face
Then I turn about and scream
When it's me
You feel it slow crawling
the truth sinking through into the lies you tell

Raw grief on a lease
Grief on a leash
Grief on a wire
Raw grief down a hole
Cold and alone
Grief and liar

Those deeds belong to you alone
Those lies belong to you alone
I don't owe you shit
You don't me shit
Shit doesn't pay for shit
But I gotta be honest and just say one thing
All your identities make nauseous

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