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Hearing all this chatter Your teeth are chipping for your drama that just don't matter Say you work hard for an output that really just don't flatter For each line of yours you know that I've written whole chapters You're stuck on your grammar Give a fuck what you're sipping I drink harder then you're living You think you're competing My hangover bigger than the catalog you're sitting I'm just warming up Do it for the craft, make an art of letting blood Discography my therapy, that's how I grew up I've dropped my lies and my walls with the tears that I've cried You're another one that is hopelessly lost in my eyes I spy another one that is loving wasting my time The self obsessed, know fuck about a dead line I swallow that gore From gnawing my tongue, but I spit it out can't take any more Through a clenched jaw, finally speak, not gonna like what's in store Watch my words drip from a cracked maw grinning with my teeth bloody Want to stain them with yours Blinking, disbelief What the fuck are you thinking? Stop speaking on this shit Until you get releasing What's that? EP number three Each beat made by me Hearing no conceit At least, you can see Each time that I breathe I release It's a need Yeah, proving I'm learning by doing Get my hands dirty, get a shoe in Keep the pedal pressed, and I keep moving Hope these steps in the right direction Each release, minor correction Another trip, another learnt lesson Answer questions with this self obsession End to the series seems fitting Off my chest how I've been feeling Never listen back, always itching Another session, AND composition Blinking, disbelief What the fuck are you thinking? Stop speaking on this shit Until you get releasing