my brain has been shredded and stapled back to one piece
remain obsessed with perfection until my lungs cease
one beat left in me my heart no longer pulsates
please explain how blood can still run through cold vains
Im not a scientist but Ive studied the art a bit
suffered more wounds than the prescence of my scars admit
I'm more than strained
despite the tension of nerves
I keep my thoughts straight and hide the sick and disturbed
a walking time bomb with no estimated detonation
but the end is near so make your preperation for revelations
my destination is elevation As my stamina grows
I stand as the man who travels alone
Castin magic planned and drafted as I battle my clone
Scratched in my dome theres a code only half of you know
Scattered in modes, backwards so not even algebra shows
tryna salvage my hope i toak on this damagin smoak
just one man an his notes..........
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