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At a loss for what to say Early gloss won't pave the way Morning glow on a rainy day Drilling blows, even the brave sway Grey surrounds our system All around watery states stem Motion bound, liquid, frozen Under cover the journey began Eyes half open, semi closed, half open again Molden in my sheets, not daring to reach The final leap, definitive feat, putting self to sleep The one beat, barring my rest yet bearing my zest The start and end, a life cheat meal, cheap Check one, uncertain, non decisive Check two, bars emerge, nothing cohesive Check three, first doubts, new born itch passive The mind so persuasive, but numbers ain't massive Check four, the itch turns abrasive Check five, steps left, feel the crisis Check six, check six, check six, no Thesis to pieces I want to go back I want to go back I want to go back I want to go back Easy as a do over would be, no turning back After a turnup lack, just turning backs Left to right, left to right, left to right Woop and smack Hoop and slap We're left back to back We're left back to back My feet where there once was a head Heed the words walk, the legs talk Crissing chalk, chimaeras flock, dream to drift in a moon walk But down to brass tacks, livestock, paper over rock Rushmock knocked, and the all night long stalk, fuck No glitch though, the bullet pierced the bed Hit the tilt hung low above our head No blood stain, only stained ideas, stained ideals Strained ordeals, the one sided deal leaving your brain drained Just another detail in history, right? Infinity, lopsided equality, right? Well let me say something quickly before you leave It'll only take a minute, right? Blatantly the suppressed minority echo vividly The seeming absurdity of a thought inevitably Driving straightly to a gaping discrepancy From the voiceless reality to the loud oblivious imaginary But of all analysis I cannot agree with the core atrophy That lets anti-establishment prevail over our sheer vanity And push in a far retreat a majority of our values of colour race or gender equality The foundations of our shared humanity The end however clouded or double sighted cannot justify the means Especially, when that end gives way to a unsettling uncertainty We're stuck, midway, at a pool party, half unlucky I want to go back Easy as a do over would be, no turning back After a turnup lack, just turning backs Left to right, left to right, left to right Woop and smack Hoop and slap We're left back to back