I’m spinning off the rails
At catastrophic speeds
Flying off the handle
To fulfill my childish needs
I’ve busted my back
I’ve paid my share; my dues
I no longer wish to offer up
My services to you
The flag I wave is of surrender
The universal sign of truce
My mind is fed up and tired of
This mental warfare of abuse
Throw down your weapons
Your words can open doors
Instead of seeing bloodshed
While financing all their wars
Apr 11, 2022
Apr 11, 2022 at 10:50 PM UTC
I’m spinning off the rails
At catastrophic speeds
Flying off the handle
To fulfill my childish needs
I’ve busted my back
I’ve paid my share; my dues
I no longer wish to offer up
My services to you
The flag I wave is of surrender
The universal sign of truce
My mind is fed up and tired of
This mental warfare of abuse
Throw down your weapons
Your words can open doors
Instead of seeing bloodshed
While financing all their wars
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