Static on the walls
Ecstatic for what I feel
Optimistic on your fall
But I know dog you shouldn't blame it all on the call or the misses of these words
They are here to fill the voids that you created with your swords.
But not because you're leaving my soul got punched a hole,
It's the things you took away with you
That kinda make me want to lose control
As a whole, as a man, as a nothing-with-ideas
That the drama splinters like crackling fire on your freezing fears
The ordeals, or the noise of my mind just switching gears
Like a tank or a leopard you won't get to see me near
But the booms and the baps will constantly remind you
That the raps and this trap is all I had to do
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