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by Farout

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Track Name: Dilapidation
this is a man that i knew...

he was a friend, i knew him since i was ten, he grew up around the bend he truely was a blend of emotions
before bipolar was promoted he would sit and brag and boast about his life and he chose to keep his hopes high
winkin at opportunity as it drove by, most guys stood to the side and built the ego, so hes so
narcassistic we couldn't believe so many times to grieve and our friend became a theif
so many incidents he'd say its cooincidence he'd say it wasn't his fault pathological prince,
he rejecte a failed life puts his time into playin ball, daily brawls, standin tall over all
between his calling in life his fight with dependencies he made, see my friend wasn't afraid,
he just didn't get the weight of his situation, couldn't remain patient facin a road that wasn't made with the pavement
that he'd grown accustommed to, who the fuck is you, i had my ducks in a row now they've busted loose
i must include that sentiment, got into amphetamines, got into too many far too many for too many men
he'd send the message that he's still the same guy, in the tiny space, the tiny space he wasn't too high
rolled eyes nervous laughter, i was too concerned to capture my own picture and the aftermath was growing even faster
hes after the feeling, after the love, after the capsule hes back for the drug
he laughs it off shrugs sayin that it aint enough, pretty soon hes got too much to sweep under that rug sayin

but that good feeling fades, prisoner to choices that he made, started flippin deals
and flickin needles, feeble minded rage, still kept a few ties to some guys i know
times he'd show progress then he'd find some blow, mind you though, his skeletons
were in a locked closet and he only had the key to open it when he lost it
so even he's an innocent, in a sense of the word, cause sense gets absurd
when its bent by the benders in a blur, all the sense was stirred when he'd ask for a little help
and he'd bring his dark side to crash and never felt remorse, he just wasn't the same anymore
went from vain to findin veins no main recourse like

i'd get a good feeling

but its a dream, life aint about livin in the scene its too dynamic

i'd get a good feeling

but its all just unique poision destroyin your reason runnin frantic

i really do believe it

i belive you believe it, but see its just not enough to see it you need an answer

i really do believe it

with the air that your breathin, you gotta find your own meaning, stop the cancer