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Goddamn, it's really hot in here...

There is a question hanging over me
I'm sure it's only of my own design, but
Sometimes I worry I'm pretending
Sometimes I worry I'm a goddamned liar

And even with this new development
The vindication of x-ray'd vertebrae
I still worry I'm pretending
I still imagine I just need toughening

Twenty five years of yelled excuses
One whiff of danger and I'll look for the bigger man
I have been whittled down by demons
I am a slave to blame and vices

I just want to get along with almost everyone
An amiable prison

I had hoped time would take care of this
And that worries me too
Probably shouldn't tell a soul
Put it off until the reaper calls

Some look for answers where they don't exist
Some find the exit by their own hand
I have been made into a demon
I am a temple of blame and vices

At any moment it comes calling
Indiscriminate and irrational
I have been made into a demon
Underachieving and irrational.

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from The Ever Present Shadow, released September 27, 2015

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