Lint

I'm finding it hard to hold it in.
So many scars wrapped in lint.
I'm finding it hard to describe.
What is this feeling inside?
And I'll know death when I see it,
When I see it,
When I see it,
And I'll breathe less when I'm dreaming, when I'm dreaming,
When I'm dreaming.
Loosen up your strings.
You gotta slow down I can't relate,
All quiet and such to slip the gate.
Circumstantial evidence.
I fumble the blood and lost the prints.
And I'll know life when I live it,
When I live it,
When I live it.
Don't think twice when I give it,
When I give it,
When I give it.
Loosen up your string.
Sebastian
Sebastian
Sebastian
Sebastian
Sebastian
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