Cracked, like a shell.

Oh god this is hell.

Exposed, oh well,

Stab you needles,

Stick your prods,

Lord Jesus,

Where's the gods?

Unsolved.

I'm still a problem.

i am still un fixed

I am still un adjusted.

I am still perfectly busted.

I am still completely whole,

don't be mad, if I won't play the role.

The lies took it's tole.

Youth was stole.

But that's the ol'

the ol'

the ol'

the ol'

The hole.

The Hole that has grown.

Grown to immense,

Grown to dense,

Grown to be a Sense,

6th if you like,

6th if you strike out wildly

Blindly,

Trying for binds t'be

Tight.

Fight:

and like a noose, it tightens

Frightens. Incitin'

Struggle.

Dont let you feet dangle.

Not for these fools.