They ain't a lot of thanks
For any of these inner acts.

Somebody take away how I feel
You're welcome to even come and steal.

I'll tend to relax
Forget about all these inner acts.

Laziness is the disease, stress the increase.

Can't do that much but so many things on the "To Do List"
Life pulls and fights against me, so I'll fight back with a lazy fist

I have inner acts
So strong they've been solid facts.

Pride a thorn in my side, a large ego digs it deeper.

It's all but me, no other person's idea will ever matter
But if I were to ever eat my pride and ego, I'd constantly grow fatter and fatter.

With inner acts I sometimes lose track of what is real
So if you wish to borrow some you're welcome to steal.

For lust sickens me to the core
But it seems to never end for it comes as more.

Envy is a drug like ******* taken on a straight ruler.

Probably will overdose on it, till my  nose is cold and running.
Till it will leak in my heart like inside  there's broken plumbing.

Such a time is so alarming.

Inner acts, inner acts,
Seem calm to many but no time to relax.
I'll cut this sickness soon. By tomorrow I'm buying a black axe.