Watching waiting falling breathing
Gaping wasted sickly feeling
Winds keep come my way
I have less to say
I’m waiting here
I’m waiting here
I’m waiting here
Solomon breaks my head
Kicks me so far down my street
I am struggling with this time
I am struggling on my feet
We go down, we go down
There is no doubt, doubt
There is no doubt
We do without
There is no, there is no
There is no more doubt
No more doubt
No more doubt no
Solomon waits by the wall
Spitting from his eyes
Said his life’s become my fault
A twisted bag of light
Might as well get saved by
Someone going insane all
I am grateful for the acknowledgement
I am guilty of it all
We go down, we go down
There is no doubt
We do without
There is no, there is no
There is no more doubt, doubt
Well saved someone
Might as well get saved by someone
There is no doubt
We do without
There is no way
All the way
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