Can’t seem to get out
Can’t seem to get far away
In some form of punishment
I must stay
You leave me bound
You leave me stuck
What could I’ve done?
Enough, it is enough
I need to find something
I need to pull my brain
From accent to ashes
The dust in my lungs
Won’t cough it up
Won’t cough at all
It seems a struggle
I can’t fault
I need to find something
I need to pull my brain
I need to find something
I need to pull my brain
When it leads to the gun
Need to pull back and adjust
When it leads to the gun
Need to pull back and adjust
When it ceases being fun
When it ceases being fun
Run
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