It's running in mud
Talking like Elmer Fudd
brain is putty
in a rut and keep slipping
And tripping on the drip drops
The small tears of bullshit
Barriers that keep us under bullet
Sitting in fear at red light stops
In the dark untying knots and ripping
Scars from the knife cutts
Silenced by blood
It's being the last bullet, but being a dud.
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