The Start of the Rat Race


outside of this corner stuck here in my mind
turn to face the nothingness pitched high up in the sky
circling around fate with my mistress of death
canceling all out with a void of soul to match
engraved in my skull she has left her mark
suffocating my mind into a city gone dark
dashing myself to pieces
being hung for high treason
and just to thing this is merely but a start
falling off the edge of life without a second look back
double minded reason running off a simple minded track
engraved in my skull she has left her mark
suffocating my mind into a city gone dark
dashing myself to pieces
being hung for high treason
and just to thing this is merely but a start
I will not fight to death the race of the rats
rather live by the immoral code of rabid cats
engraved in my skull she has left her mark
suffocating my mind into a city gone dark
dashing myself to pieces
being hung for high treason
and just to thing this is merely but a start

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