I am the frozen lock
I am the stopped clock
I am the sand
That slips through your hands
I am the black sheep
I am the freak
I am the hungry beast
That's never satisfied with the feast
I am the snake
I am the earthquake
I am the boat
That just won't float
I am the rope
I am the loss of hope
I am the godless
For no one can stop this
I am the dead
I am all you dread
I am all but gone
So very far from strong
I am the walking cadaver
I am the shatter
I am the gray matter
That out of my head splattered
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
I am the frozen lock
I am the stopped clock
I am the sand
That slips through your hands
I am the black sheep
I am the freak
I am the hungry beast
That's never satisfied with the feast
I am the snake
I am the earthquake
I am the boat
That just won't float
I am the rope
I am the loss of hope
I am the godless
For no one can stop this
I am the dead
I am all you dread
I am all but gone
So very far from strong
I am the walking cadaver
I am the shatter
I am the gray matter
That out of my head splattered
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