I’ve got eyes running down my spine
I realize the cries and whine
I attempt to flee my life
Coagulated blood reminds
I’m still me
I am stuck in a cube
The more I scream the better mood
Like breathing through a straw
My body is leaking out the core
And slowly, slowly
I raise my flag
A holy, dirty white flag
Lower your guns, your rusty arms
I don’t need no spells or charms
Soft skeleton flapping free
Like sails with no rope at sea
No white flag in sight
A war of pain every night
Then slowly
The hiss from snakes or a whisper’s told
Sarcasm has the weight of gold
You won’t believe the lies I’ve told
They’ve all come knocking on my door
And slowly, slowly
I raise my white flag
A holy, dirty white rag
Lower your guns, your rusty arms
I don’t need no, no spells or charms
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