They had a place that felt like cheating
Lets call it the ribcage
Half between the ditch and the university
I'm a work horse, Im a rocking chair
Sing to me sweetly
They had a place
To comb through me
To make me into something better
Force feed my ego to get it fatter
To make up for lost time
They had a place lets call it jealousy
Trying to convince me with loud arguments
They presented it on a two meter screen
With colors and music implications inbetween
But I couldn't relate
Who they were
In the beautiful fraternity
The sense of fomo creeping along
A leper like ghoul a shadow never gone
Hobbling trying to keep up with your steps
You can live here for a time
On the cul de sac Where tractors come monthly
To clear the accumulated refuse
Your limited possessions are supposed to humble you
yeah we have a place to let to occupy to use
A little space where sensation speaks
Through those emotions that own you
like overprotective parents that still do
Twisted recycled metal barriers
The carcass of a lorry outside the window
Part of you just wants to survive
the other is raised through lust and desire
You dream of smoother roads, ones that connect
They had a place not far from the school of life
It was however no exit
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