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Condensed into dust

The more I push up

The exertion of force

Counter reacts

And ends in

Advancing me back lower

Concealing insidious graves

Cast aside, out to sea

Plan to float through it

My exit excites

Destined to be truant

This scripture is sincere

Sound-waves ripple erie

Through a closed mind you peer

My soul's become weary

It is starting to bend

It is starting to brake

Conforming under pressure

Until it all starts to ache

Cast aside, out to sea

Plan to float through it

My exit excites

Destined to be truant

Condensed into dust

The more I push up

The exertion of force

Counter reacts

And ends in

Advancing me back lower

Concealing insidious graves

Why can't we live

Without these restrictions

As if living care free

Was some sort of fiction

My depiction of this

Does not derive from tradition

So it isn't perceived correctly

Like my way of thinking

Is a wrong sort of cognition

Ultimately constructing constriction

I am enmeshed

Ultimately constructing constriction

I am enmeshed

Ultimately constructing constriction