Growing nervous I start to sweat
I’m turning purple from holding my breath
This lack of light this shallow pool
For all I know I’ve been a tool
I’ve been a hammer I’ve been your feather
I’ve been stuck here in this hole forever
And through the floorboards I hear the strains
AM radio drips down like rain
Racing pulse scattered thoughts
I feel my muscles going soft
Distant glowing a cigarette
I can’t remember exactly what I said
I feel a hunger begin to build
How will I linger so unfulfilled
And in the distance some muffled bells
As this conviction strains and swells
Is it morning how would I know
Time isn’t real this far below
A hollow ringing inside my head
If I was righteous I would confess
I trusted science to light the way
And now I’m trapped naked and afraid
And are those voices conspiring
Is this my outcome expiring
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