cuts on my feet
I've disrupted the filtered balance
and there's no exit by tip toe
quite the battle
Mind and Reason take turns
Unhinged is pulling through
we'll smoke them out
put down your axe
it's not meant for me
siamese combat
never coming out ahead
outracing Fickle
'he isn't you' tattooed on my sleeve
doesn't mean you're not worth the fight
we'll smoke this out
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