talking ish
Tell me what is this
That thing I feel like I miss
Breathing in the tree felt it's kiss
Eh still asking what gives
My words the swords
All can see all my spills
They keep spelling how it fills
Maniac its vibrations its feels
Used to stay sedated, the pain is what it kills
Now these outdated pills
Had left me wanna check my piss


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