Ever get the feeling you've been climbing

Uphill both ways for little to no praise?

Every day makes every night mess everything up? Nothing ever serves as the right thing to bring up? Four dimensional chess of intention

Without a gameplan or a clear definition

Even when defending Sicilian you're still the Villainous energy supposedly milling about Like a human daily dosage of doubt

Crooked lines and we can't straighten it out Now way to angle yourself out the tangle Taking the position of an antagonist acting like They will strangle your love just for kicks Sociopaths addicted to a quick fix that'll

Upset the natural mix every chance they can get Though it's something that they'll never admit If it doesn't sit well then you're well balanced Mark awareness as one of your unique talents In this needless challenge

Where pretenders serve as contenders

In a game that is absent of winners

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How do you avenge when there isn't an endgame? Novelize the novelty under a penname

Fueled by the fumes of last night

Poetic prisons all lit by gaslight

Victims of verbal gravity will avidly agree That the ups and downs are unneeded

Negativity is deep-rooted when it's been deep-seated Feed it and things will get heated as

Sense of self-worth is swiftly depleted

Starting most days as if you've been defeated Feeling like an imprint on a glass ceiling

Stealing away before things get revealing and you're Dealing with the peeling away of the layers That you use to protect yourself from purveyors of Injust trust who will feel gratified by the

Imminent rush like they're high on dust

See how it sounds? A little un-rational

Here's a ballad for the incompatible

Channeling their passive aggression like a weapon Giving one another pain that you can't deaden Let it happen and get used to cappin'

Better strap in from the moment they tap in

Maybe you're the crazy one

Look at how you come undone under pressure

Unfortunate son

Step into another world without notice

Keeping the reality coated in a motive

Unchecked with intent to vex like a hex

Seems isolated but everything connects

Off and on but for now it's on once again

Time to pretend the thin line

Between love and hate is all but eliminated

Even divination leaves you unvindicated like you

Anticipated based on the antiquated manner

In which your data set was created

Waiting on a weighted opinion to bend them

A little bit closer to breaking what was once forsaken

Total erasure

This is the result of a full-grown debaser

With a detonator and a lightning reflex

To falsify truth no matter the pretext