The stakes are high when the strikes are level
I've got an hour to find my faith and head to the reverend
And tell the stories about the times I never paid attention
Floating without thought or effort

And never did I find the message
I couldn't care less
Fuck it, I don't need the message
I need the stepping stool so I can find some leverage
I'm stuck between the door, first can feel that aggression

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