Why do I feel like I should give a single f*ck?
I'm chain-strapped and cuffed
My only imitation will get over-bluffed
I'm talking tit for tat
Giving blood for trust
I breath in dust, my lungs will bust
They wrapping up my last thread of luck and now I'm coiled tight
The snake is taking one final bite
My fragile spine is made divine
I'm purified. The bounds of time had made me blind, but I'm out