These twists of life
Have become so bitter sweet
Feeling like a bestial part of humanity living among its' wildlife
...Just like walking through the jungle of Camden's malignant streets
Trouble once hung upon me
When I was quickly running out of time
I would barter my vitality with a shrilling plea
Living a life at best, part-time
I really wanted to fade away
Go to sleep to a better world
Without harboring any longer delay
And thus, I would have been comfortable being an individual left piece by piece gnarled
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