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Brain

Well I...
Try to keep my head held high
even when the hidden word well dry
and I didn't quite learn how to sell my
mind so I leak it on the web, why?
Cause I never had class so you can smell tires
burning right next to ass in the hell fire
am I wrong to change my face while I spellbind?
Liquid soul with form, this is my gel mind
everybodys got a tale, so I tell mine
pale, somebody clipped my tail, I can't trail lines
Was it me?
Or was it others?
To be fair I was only seeking air signs
Smoke trails turned to clouds, or, they're trying
anyway, I am the secret stopwatch who impairs time
While I feast on tabernacles like they're mine
Found all the holy water to be rare wine
Except that it's everywhere, do I dare trying?
The noxious fumes from the flames therein hide
prisioners of my brain cells
As they break from inside
Causing my heart to quake and my tongue rhymes
just to feast and feel fake, last of my kind
this is my brains eternal wake,
breaking slow so I never die
I think I am but
Who the hell am I?
Written by beanbandit (Unfate the death shaman)
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