Inflicted

inflicted

Had a talk with myself I had to build him up

Not the one that’s writing, but the one that’s tucked

Fighting age old ways had to wish him luck

Back in my high school days man that dude was stuck

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Travel back in time to uncover all the secrets

Sporadic in my thoughts as I try to fit the pieces

Fighting temptation I just want to be decent

There’s a human inside and he shaking that weakness

And demons….. And demons

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Had to make a decision, pleasure or your people

Choose the right one or it might be lethal

Mature and grow up, they can’t be equal

Life ain’t a game, there is no sequel

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Used to keep discomfort in my head,

Until I realized that’s a system for the dead

Used to keep discomfort in my head

Until I realized that’s a system for the dead