(0180) identity lost

failing baby autopsy. rust in the spokes. common death meditated upon. simple but not effective. walking through a wasteland of notable memories only to be axed. but that was just another life. concentration eroding day after day. it leads to an infinite number of conclusions. rape the consciousness and you've raped the only thing that matters. outdated. like everything in this life along with all of my failed ambitions. wall of protection, crumbled. it will all be made new soon. just lost my train of thought and couldn't speak for seven minutes. seven minutes too late. can't keep going straight. innocence is the last thing pure. it's the last thing pure, and i won't ever get it back. that's okay though, tell me i've made it. you're the last one i could ever depend on. but someone had to tell the truth. museum of endless summers. every vein is the same. crossed out the exit point. walked in with a contusion to the back of the skull. walked out with a bandage. strayed too far from the center. evidence mounts. you're falling right into the trap, and i know it. difficult to go back when the wind is blowing so hard. how does it feel? jenny says you'll pay for it. went out and stood in the middle of a street, waiting to get hit by a car. this process is fleeting. life hangs in the balance, and time takes no prisoners. well yeah, that was fucking obvious wasn't it. quitting the game. this was never about me anyway. it was never about us. bottom of the ninth with nothing to lose and nothing to gain. stuck in a shithole where everyone stares and nobody cares. will make my way to the top. hey, i thought that was you.