EVERY NIGHT I SPIT A BIT
writing words across the mindsince I can't remember
but still every night
I found a little place
in the back of my head
and for once
can’t feel any regret
this room is a nest
a jungle for flies
and in any curious scene
only spiders can rely
all the lost fear
some crash for cash
this is the place the fact
this is all I need
for my comeback
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