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Eight to one.

The painful art of waking up my tongue

Late to come cause I’ve been coughing up a fragile lung

Ache my bones.

The needle dragging is predictable

Eight to none.

It’s never coming down to breaching skulls

There’s no true love defending a sharpened edge

Doubling down while you’re hedging bets

Shy to speak only when control is out of reach

I can see that these are lessons no one asked to teach

Just a leech.

You tipped the scales expecting more from less

Overreach.

Nothing ventured nothing gained I guess

There’s no true love defending a sharpened edge

Doubling down while you’re hedging bets

Justice doesn’t take providence’s place

Out for blood when you’ve got none in the game

Justice doesn’t take providence’s place

Scratching pictures but you’re not in the frame