A weak sense of construct, day after day.
Half assed feelings, born and raised.
No sense of closure, or means to an end,
struck by the hand that sets the trends.
We're stuck in a game that's never been fair.
No care for the world, I've never been there.
I retrace my steps and find myself in the same place.
I lack clarity.
Just feel like a waste of space.
Bound by no fucking chain.
I've got a chip on my shoulder, cause I hate the fucking world.
I've got a hollow mind. Nothing good to hide inside.
released August 7, 2014
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