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The 11th Hour
It's harassing to me when I think about the what
The what it was I ought not sought surpassing what I got
The who's when's where's and why KnoT's
Are trespassing on my thoughts lackadaisically responding to this morbid ambiance left me selflessly defenseless yet relentlessly I fought
but double crossed I pay the cost captured by the mind I'm lost and
caught up in this plot
This SOS'ing can be so distressing Inwardly I keep pressing awkwardly as I outwardly lose my direction
Nutritiously deliciously restricting like a boa constricting
To a foe from a friend on a whim contradicting
Conflictions of afflictions non-fictiously fictitious
My thoughts auspiciously maliciously are whimsically suspicious
My issues must be homeless they always go unaddressed
Excessively oppressed I suppress what I ingest as I detest what I invest
Pleasures of the flesh I can't refresh I'm not impressed
Is this addiction my addition or am I mentally obsessed
Inaction from subtracting displaced emotions held so long now are clinically compressed
It's heavy on the heart you need to get it off the chest
How can a man be both so blessed yet still feel so damn depressed
So inevitably incredible credibly inedible
I can't rewind nor redefine the undefined behind this line
This space I am confined clandestine to the mind
Blind and in a bind I can't unwind what's been designed
I can't resign what I've refined I'm not inclined
Hanging on the wall the clock it hangs there like a sign
In silence the hands strike swiftly with violence so divinely and unkind
In nary a single second sooner until the hands have reached high time
Make a toast take a sip from the wrist to the pit
Two vertical slits going down with the ship drip drip
Ripped from my grip-flipped from the slip-zipped
at that lip-whipped from this trip-bloody-spit-double-dipped-in-s***-I-sit
With broken wing tips clipped nip snip
As this 11th hour passes not a light house in sight but
The dope house and jail house the lights are burning bright
Well that Some day finally got here that Some day is tonight and
With it comes a bone chilling cold that carries frightening bite
All the colors fade away the remnants left are black and white
Two wrongs for too long never once made it right
Abandoned by my soul it's a feeling so contrite
What is left it takes away my breath to see that my death will come in spite
Here's the place have you seen it It's the cussedest damn place that I know
It's so wretched and filthy you can't mean it like a moth to the flames I still go
It's the place where faces are nameless and the people all run God knows where
There are lives that are erring and aimless and death's that just hang there by a hair
It's a wildness that never knows harness always chaotic and it never gets still
Away from it I tried to get to a farness so that I'd never go back but I will
Some say it's a grave here and they laid it the darkest place under the sun
Some say it's a debt and they paid it good intentions paved the way here by the ton
Some say the devil he made it Some say the devil he ain't done
Some say he craves to enslave us to take all that we have til there is none
Some say there's a way out and they pray for it Some say what they did can't be undone
Some say it's a game and they played it some say it's a game that no one's won
Some say they stray till they fade it some say it's a fine place to shun
Maybe but there's some who would trade it
Trade it all to just lose everything and I am one
The what it was I ought not sought surpassing what I got
The who's when's where's and why KnoT's
Are trespassing on my thoughts lackadaisically responding to this morbid ambiance left me selflessly defenseless yet relentlessly I fought
but double crossed I pay the cost captured by the mind I'm lost and
caught up in this plot
This SOS'ing can be so distressing Inwardly I keep pressing awkwardly as I outwardly lose my direction
Nutritiously deliciously restricting like a boa constricting
To a foe from a friend on a whim contradicting
Conflictions of afflictions non-fictiously fictitious
My thoughts auspiciously maliciously are whimsically suspicious
My issues must be homeless they always go unaddressed
Excessively oppressed I suppress what I ingest as I detest what I invest
Pleasures of the flesh I can't refresh I'm not impressed
Is this addiction my addition or am I mentally obsessed
Inaction from subtracting displaced emotions held so long now are clinically compressed
It's heavy on the heart you need to get it off the chest
How can a man be both so blessed yet still feel so damn depressed
So inevitably incredible credibly inedible
I can't rewind nor redefine the undefined behind this line
This space I am confined clandestine to the mind
Blind and in a bind I can't unwind what's been designed
I can't resign what I've refined I'm not inclined
Hanging on the wall the clock it hangs there like a sign
In silence the hands strike swiftly with violence so divinely and unkind
In nary a single second sooner until the hands have reached high time
Make a toast take a sip from the wrist to the pit
Two vertical slits going down with the ship drip drip
Ripped from my grip-flipped from the slip-zipped
at that lip-whipped from this trip-bloody-spit-double-dipped-in-s***-I-sit
With broken wing tips clipped nip snip
As this 11th hour passes not a light house in sight but
The dope house and jail house the lights are burning bright
Well that Some day finally got here that Some day is tonight and
With it comes a bone chilling cold that carries frightening bite
All the colors fade away the remnants left are black and white
Two wrongs for too long never once made it right
Abandoned by my soul it's a feeling so contrite
What is left it takes away my breath to see that my death will come in spite
Here's the place have you seen it It's the cussedest damn place that I know
It's so wretched and filthy you can't mean it like a moth to the flames I still go
It's the place where faces are nameless and the people all run God knows where
There are lives that are erring and aimless and death's that just hang there by a hair
It's a wildness that never knows harness always chaotic and it never gets still
Away from it I tried to get to a farness so that I'd never go back but I will
Some say it's a grave here and they laid it the darkest place under the sun
Some say it's a debt and they paid it good intentions paved the way here by the ton
Some say the devil he made it Some say the devil he ain't done
Some say he craves to enslave us to take all that we have til there is none
Some say there's a way out and they pray for it Some say what they did can't be undone
Some say it's a game and they played it some say it's a game that no one's won
Some say they stray till they fade it some say it's a fine place to shun
Maybe but there's some who would trade it
Trade it all to just lose everything and I am one
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