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I've been walking backwards
And watching my steps disintegrate in front of me
And I've been hammering nails into my head
In hopes that maybe something will stick
God reached for my hand once
But I don't shake hands
Because I'm unimpressed
I don't like making new connections
I'd rather sit by myself dressed in my Sunday's best
Fire follows close as I drag my feet on the concrete
Stepping on every goddamn crack
With a sheet over my head and two eyes cut out
The ghost in me takes out the most in me
Dark circles caved in under my eyes where the rats can feed
I've been setting myself straight but now I'm walking on a fine line
So don't tell me to lift my chin
While I'm looking down on my destination