On the brink
Of the block
The words don't drop anymore
Halcyon days of seekin'
Slowly I let 'em run in me
One by one
I sqeeze 'em out
Twistin' and squirmin'
A tuneless mound
On a blink
Two year clog
The words don't flow anymore
Lost days of drudgin'
Slowly I let 'em ruin in me
One by one
They sqeeze me out
Twistin 'n squirmin'
A tuneless mind
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