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Mold, you’re drive to survive

Your old self denied

You need to revive

The real self’s inside

Mold, I can see it growing

Mold, I can see it showing

Hollow, shallow in societies depths

Nerve endings surge the waves crest

Dancing with the fringe of pain

Sharing what’s left insane

Think, washed out washed up

Mood enhancers lessen the corrupt

Who will be the inner sight…

Who controls the need to fight…

Mold, I can see it growing

Mold, I can see it showing

Wary, tired, and lashed out cold

Listening to directions told

You’re argument will never fold

You’re spirit and reality mold

This constant barrage, cracking at my skull

Creeping past my walls, defense and resistance falls