Follow from Wakeless 2095 by The Moon Runners

I’m so sick of happenstance
Cut the rope, let me fall to the floor
I’m buried beneath all this pressure
Carrying a load

I’m sick of your bull shit
The rock, the hard place, whether they exist
I’ve never had your life long blessing
Of being what I want

You wear your convictions, as open source
I’m struggling to keep composure
My dignity is gone

If one of us a victim, the other lost out
In hoping that you won’t find out, what little known is gone, for now

If written was the reason, reason written these they follow,
another wound that’s bleeding, I don’t feel at all
If written was the reason, reason written these they follow,
another wound that’s bleeding, I don’t feel at all

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