Caricamento in corso...

Fight Your Fight

It's almost too late

I feel myself driftin
Out of my brain space wishin
I could maintain discipline
But i never had control;
An alien in this skin
Barely present, ever missin
Only living for the mission
That I chose to make my goal;
While the whole world devolves
Into police state not involved
I cast a spell or two for y’all
But i really can’t complain;
This isnt my world at all
Not a great man getting a call
Never rose so I’ll never fall
Glad i got the chance to explain.

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