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• Written by Matterphor_UK
I squander time on my youthful wound
caused by the fruit consumed
For this feud Torches lighting rooms
breathing and releasing them black fumes
The planet standing like I made it my statue
Thinning from sniffing like vacuums
Bringing difference and that's true
You're living in a system that's capsuled
No doubt of that
Imprisoned in an everyday Alcatraz
digging till my getaway rails are smashed
Use your initiative
the power of the pyramids is limited
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Matterphor_UK
Member since September 29 2015