slow death penalty in cubicle like cattle
my madness creepy crawls across country landscape
when my ancient head talks I get geared for battle
dark gods in my mind enable me to stand straight
manifest magic through rituals with white quartz
tomorrow's carrot steady slips with each day's dawn
try to stifle down sounds of desires from false wants
the electrosmog's thick to where buzzes seem calm
digging through mud for gold, coming up short on shine
wish I could feel brand new but I'm forty years old
wish my wishes were heard beyond my cobwebbed mind
shouldn't have fell in love with my writer's soul sold
misled by promises, went walking the wrong way
but I'm a born survivor, get by day by day
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