Helms Alee - Beat Up

Oh, no did you stray
Brought way down here from the softness where you lay
Most can't go back but you can train face
Dig in
Shore up
Strands

Floating the weight
On a cloud of groundless faith.
Ain't no bed to make,
No laying in mistakes,
When the mind is in this state.

Holding for a pause
Stocking through a stay
Trolling for a placement in the clay
Made
Strained
From the same egg
In, Up
Strands

Blissed out in a maze.
Feeling blindly, out of phase.
Listen when the rains tell you to engage.
Pull the wool
And face your fate.

Small
Hate
First second of eight
Cold
First second of an eight

Like uni to the sea

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