LostAlone
LostAlone
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LostAlone
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LostAlone
I’m not what you wanted
And I can’t chase time for a conflict
A broken empty patience
A violence fuelled by population
A wipeout, a strangled choke hold
I’m unable to make sense of my own hope
And we’re losing our own battle
The lease is up on rage
We’re trapped constantly attacked
But there’s a method to my madness
Madness is my weakness
I never want to dim the fire that’s beneath us
It’s the differences that shape us
We’re living the sixth extinction
The problem is we revel in the symptoms
Lonely python, reptile cyclone
These are the last days