you're not my jesus christ
you won't drive my demons away
my odds are but a roll of the dice
and my demons have come to play
it smells like aging spirits here
too many chances have come and gone
so hold your ground but don't stay clear
i'm down to hold my breath
and let this drag on
i have promised to defeat myself
but it keeps slipping my mind
you say it better than i do, i need help
i am losing my mind
and i am blind
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