Time, has taken all he had, theres nothing left inside
He’s got to run or hide.
He’s got a mountain on his shoulder
He’s not getting any younger
He’s got to put his problems in his past
He’s got to wake up to the fictions of life.
The fictions of life.
(BV) Rid the world of scum that kills a man of a ton.
He phoned the number to help his state
But it was engaged bless him.
So he chose a different route to help make the pain lessen.
He never saw the bloodstains on the track
They were left when someone had to go from their flow trouble.
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