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I crawl on catwalks scrawled out across abandoned stages
Looking down upon crumpled pages and forgotten lines
The sandbags fall at random times
Standing room only for the daily wages paid in
Hopes of woeful confines and ghostly expectations
Rotting ambition used as ammunition
Looking down upon crumpled pages and forgotten lines
The sandbags fall at random times
Standing room only for the daily wages paid in
Hopes of woeful confines and ghostly expectations
Rotting ambition used as ammunition