Switched Focus.
My mind is twisted with a thousand thoughts.
Are these lyricists on a spree
Or am I harboring things that my mental bought?
Choices made by whims
Wrapping reality with a blanket so thin
A hardship placed down by power
That only I could break the endless shower
It keeps raining, sharpening my blades
Tuning my ability that the conscious aides
It's over. I have to prepare for the next
Rollercoaster ride with crashing waves
Forcing me to focus on inner sects
Burying past faults in different twelve foot graves.
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