mai falls like a star at a feather s pace into my heart with the dragon s weight and police make siren sounds wind down my street to take the breath from my lungs sweet i tried so hard to cover up this taste it s like a sinner s constant fall from grace i changed my name my voice my face i killed my name my voice my pace and antibiotics on the sixteenth day of mai i lost my will forms a new fate this reoccurring theme has killed my faith it s drowning me in stereo and waste and all my bridges burn together and now my city lights are turning down this thin white line i follow blind you tried to help me but i have to drown acts of faith the makeup on my sinner s face i run so hard at absent pace to cover up this bitter taste of waste
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