Whining that it can't find that small component
Without it, it'll freeze and hold its nose
When it's truly facing its only opponent
The exposure they say is vexatious
Then again, it's an unspoken stream
In that aspect, they're not loquacious
They grit their teeth, stifling the scream
If you disregard, it'll evaporate
You'll rise against the rush, forsaken
Jagged metal claws deeper as you wait
Thought the clock wouldn't kill, I must've been mistaken
Eyes pour as I'm pierced with the biting frost
Undulating to my own sounds
Thought I was a found soul, but now I'm lost
If I crooned high why'm I on the ground?
Once I ambled through a wall of fire
Never contemplate perishing from the tide
Unless it was something that I truly desired
Collapsed on my ass when I hit my stride
Guess he has it in for me---I'm innocent
The forgotten souls want love---they deserve it
I've purged myself, no need to repent
Shakily at peace, ought to conserve it
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