Eleven

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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