The earth was laid flat
No more round
No more shape
So little air
Even less time.
All cuz I couldn’t climb
Out of the hell
Out of the hole I am seeking my own promised land
I want what’s best for you, but I need to think about me too.
I need my own promised land Vapid and rapid
Teeming and steaming
Working and jerking
Pushing and pulling Pulling myself out of this (hole) hell. The earth was laid flat
No more round
No more shape
So little air
Even less time. I’ve done this to myself.