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Slight Of Pen
Lost Outside the Use

Hard working piece of failure
Never feels this way until the day starts
Ends on a note of pain

The brain says nothing at my key points
Points I can't use, not with this system
Settle for hell, a bottle as well

Lost to be found, dead
Lately I need to hide in my grave
Rest in peace, peace in rest, give me peace

Only one to stop me is me
Can't stop me from being dumb
Can't stop me from being dead