Yank that chain
we're fast going insane in this spinning carousel
planets align and you see
i'm on a horse in the front
you're behind
and i swear we started on the same line
it's not your fault
we both know life is a one way ride.
maybe i just want more from it
or choose those i want to become
might
comes from knowing your limits.
my limits are people i find.
too slow to keep up with the front
too old to look at the back.
i feel like dying every time i hear that gin bottle crack.
i feel like my soul is flying out of me
every line i metaspam into someone's private sphere
it's a vasectomy
without anesthetics.
i don't have legs anymore,
i got tracks for prosthetics.
too slow to keep up
too fast to persuade
insanity is living every different day the same way.
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© Copyright: Мика Фролов, 2021
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