Mai falls like a star at a feather's pace
And police make siren sounds wind down my street
Into my heart with the dragon's weight
To take the breath from my lungs sweet
It's like a sinner's constant fall from grace
I changed my name, my voice, my face
I tried so hard to cover up this taste
I killed my name, my voice, my pace
And antibiotics on the sixteenth day of Mai
I lost my will Forms a new fate
This reoccurring theme has killed my faith
It's drowning me in stereo and waste
And now my city lights are turning down this thin white line
I follow blind
And all my bridges burn together
You tried to help me but I have to drown
The makeup on my sinner's face
To cover up this bitter taste of wasteActs of faith
I run so hard at absent pace.
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