Went back where?
Its not that I don’t care
I’m coming from everywhere
So I can’t go back there
Mirrors make you stare
Sat to long in that chair
Dazed in my haze
Sedating my craze
Fuck you almighty last time you tried me
No longer confide in what’s not alive
My knees are up to lengthen my stride
If am aiming at you your sure to die
All those books produced all those lies
In this west wasteland it’s Root, Ride, Hog or DIE!!!
This pain in my neck has moved to my spine
Telling my arms to keep it in line
I’m fine, I’m fine, and all the smoke has left for the sky
And I never had a taste for wine
Those who wont ”See” I consider them blind
What happened long ago has added up to this time.
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