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Gasping & Escaping
Dreams of Ghost with Tommy guns aimed at me
Is my mind playing tricks? Could it possibly be?
Can you see me with your divine sixth sense?
Dead man walking who's straddling the fence
My defense against the Reaper is paper, pad, and pen
Surviving in this world of sin with them as my girlfriends
And I befriend creativity to escape negativity's grasp
So its hold doesn't fold my soul to behold my final gasp
Is my mind playing tricks? Could it possibly be?
Can you see me with your divine sixth sense?
Dead man walking who's straddling the fence
My defense against the Reaper is paper, pad, and pen
Surviving in this world of sin with them as my girlfriends
And I befriend creativity to escape negativity's grasp
So its hold doesn't fold my soul to behold my final gasp
Published 9th May 2023
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