| a song in the works don't have a title yet, and it's still really rough but i'd like to get some input
A part of me wants to crash over this embankment
But synthetic straps hold me down
When I get this way i need to sway the temptation to swerve
I'm pseudo-suicidal and i'm ridin' my last edge
Can you be my something to believe in
I'm a prophet without a voice
Like a cross-less martyr I'm digging for a purpose
Can you be my air when i'm drowning
I'm a martyr without a cause
Like a faceless messiah i'm searching for belonging
like i said, still rough, any input is appreciated, and no this is not a christian song
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