I can’t seem to find my soul, I think it’s down in a hole, this shit is deep and dark, a dog barks in the night as we fight, I just want this shit to fly high, distance is a whore, I closed the door in her face and shes still trying to keep up the pace. Why do I feel like such a waste? I need to find my original haste and lay waste to place. I might post this shit, I’m not tryin to boast or look like the guy with the most. I’m not materialistic, I’m simply imperialisitic. You need to get over this hill, I know you will. When you do I might not be here, I probably wont be there, I can’t deal with this hell, its worse than hearing a church bell. Like I said distance is a whore, its quite a fuckin bore, look, theres the door. Walk if you want, but don’t expect me to talk. You need to look in my eyes, past all those lies and just see why I try.