Arsen the Great - Pretenses

Pretentious pretenses

Intent with defenses

I resent the ripping and tipping from me primping my start

Its at heart

My mark has been marked

My arms have been jarred

My thoughts have been barred

I seek out my stars in the night sky

Hoping to get by the shit I in-mourn

I feel foreign to the thoughts and hopes that come with cope

To the shots that won’t unfold

To the chances for placid that won’t hit home

One step at a time

The shoe could fit

Taking it day by day

And inching them in

Where to begin

And where does it end

Where to begin

And where does it end

I envision their decisions will crumble to mist

Cringing at the wants they enlist

Of the ones who want me to end

But time is a tale to old not to unfold

And my hope is it is to end yours

Where to begin and where does it end?



Every grief I speak is only temporary

Their synchronicity

Notice nauseating purpose buried

Hoping for chances to trick my state of mind

Dumb and blind

But their sights are out of mind

They’re running out of time

Making a mist of their gist of a lie

See I was meant being of something great

And this ball and chain is only tipping my strength

I'll come ripping the gates

And shifting the lanes

And stripping their tanks

What has kept me at bay will be making me bank

What has made me insane will be dead in the grave

What I am keeping innate will fumble your grace

What I am keeping innate will humble your place

What I am keeping innate will finally find its place

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