locked inside a solitary box
sometimes it’s lonely in here
i’m so cunning sly as a fox
while dissecting my own fear
life is a mere reflection
just a dying man’s prayer
your part of my collection
cutting away the final layer
don’t cross the threshold
where dreams have died
i could never be so bold
to undo the knot we tied
my existence is borrowed time
the counterpart of misery
on me you drop the dime
and the rest is history
vivid winds releasing fury
growing use to the resistance
only to arrive much to early
utilize the mechanic’s of persistence
calling on me with a distant voice
i won’t be submerged in a rumor
a collective volatile choice
born with a sick sense of humor
don’t cross the threshold
where dreams have died
i could never be so bold
to undo the knot we tied
my existence is borrowed time
the counterpart of misery
on me you drop the dime
and the rest is history
on borrowed time..
i make history..
i am the crime..
rewriting history..
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