Faith Of The Faithless

Insecurity, a common killer
The inner criminal element
Straight outta serotonin motherfucker
None of that dopamine shit neither
That nasal whiny bitch’s tones
Nails across the chalkboard is sweeter
It keeps moaning shoulda, woulda, coulda
It’s an old and tired litany
But it drives the point home better than a hammer
Because it’s not about what I can’t change
But, instead…..what if I can’t –


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