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I could sit with you

Like a perfect stone statue

With a listening ear

And a mute mouth

Intimately held in silent bondage

The souls essence grows heavy

Hanging in ere of eternal contemplation

Beating against the body like blue water

No good comes from neglect

Insanity inside the dna

A lemming a god or a fool

Inside the spirit reaching critical mass

I'm dying in the heart for trying

Cause I know it will never be enough

So I walk in the prison of the mind

Wondering if spoke speak can satisfy the geek

As they stare at the freak

Be quiet when you think

This world will eat the meek

Satisfied in their dying light

Everything will be alright

I'm just tryng to find my soul

And if I'm going to cry and bleed

I might as well feed those in need