Help me through this. I need a new enemy. The construct of a broken mind leads my leash to a familiar spot.
Let me think. I'm a bit strung out right now so please just let me think.
Uneducated we swim for the shore. Holding with baited breath, we assume the worst.
Neck deep in our shit, we row it down the line. Casting away useless things further down the road.
This is killing us. One step a time. One paper signed.
The beacon flashes in an empty room. No help is coming for us. No help is coming just yet.
released May 26, 2016
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