drowning my sorrow in some liquor if your venting then it's me to take
ascending emotions demented notions would abbreviate
count on the stars to mediate I'm bringing down these walls like a cheap estate
but passion passes active as i tag but no one appreciates.
For a demons sake, we young but a funeral issue carry's
me beautifully without a eulogy and a brutal king reads my obituary.
"It fits you Pyro we miss you" chanting and demanding
I'm so enchanted now the missions canceled!
That viscous Hansel was pitching quotes to get dismantled
As a youth the truth will always sit between my dreams and things that's vandaled
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