SPIRITUAL CLEANSING
CVLD BLVVDED
I need a spiritual cleansing of the soul, You think I'm crazy, but I'm not yet, You're not on my wave so get out of my cloud, I didn’t finish the season, I just paused, When it comes to simple life and living with murders, I choose both, I don't fall to the ground I am a cut above, I'm stuck at the peak of bliss without love, During the period of the serial killings season, I got 5 critical heart beats, MY MIND WENT DOWN AT THAT TIME WHEN I WAS ALONE, Booze has sewn up all the wounds without scars, I already have experience with cuts, I reached the point of bliss and dissolved in it the same as in dust... I do not live I just fucking exist, I want a better life, better than this, My soul is on the verge of breakin', I'm not in the corner, I keep making a plan, I BEGAN TO WEAKEN SINCE THE BEGINNING OF JAN, I'M NOT A MERCENARY OR AGENT AT THE MOMENT, I still feel black in my soul, I LEAVE THE SHIT THAT REVOLVES AROUND THE PILLARS TO OTHERS, Think I'm insensitive but THIS IS A SENSE OF WILL... My mind's no longer a mind but a bin, My status has fallen, I am no longer king, The mind is closed, I cannot find the key, I WISH I HAD A MEANING IN LIFE...
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