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Suspense

Waking up daily with the suspense..
About how to commence..
Now fuck the sixth sense..
Putting everything in past tense..

An open street..
My back on this wall of brick..
Without a trick..
This razor blade is all I pick..

You feel like..
Open me fire..
I wore my attire..
This is the hour of honor..

Cut the crap..
Set the trap..
Cut me loose..
For been the source of your fever..

Not sorry being the weak link of this chain..
Uplift the crane..
Pull the lever..
Dump me in the river..

Unaware of my inner and outer margins of attention..
Zero tension..
No remorse..
Controlling me remote..

I am not a saint..
Dead tell nor story..
This is the war for glory..
Need to withstand this thriller..

They couldn't auctioned me off..
I failed to sell off..
Who can bail?..
God is the highest bidder..

I don't mind this assholes..
Bleeding from their sore holes..
Insane enough..
God is my only healer..