And if amplified, i'm certified to kill a crowd too quickly
Will work for food, will work for a ticket out of this charade
Will work to be more than a burden trapped in revery
My own nostalgic serenades legitimize resentment
Sitting solemn and soliloquized with comatose intentions
So goals impose the throes of woes that froze the nose of statues' foes
And those, well, they're just inaugural addresses for the masses
With every king a conqueror and every queen a sorceress
My inferiorities and by elimination
Subliminal infractions of criminal retraction
But you can't take back the moon I for which even the shadows swoon
As oceans burn and lessons learned turn back their heads to bite me
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