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Dear particles of mine dear f**king nine to fives
To my unborn child and all the bastards on my front porch
I have a camera in the back of my head to record all the bad ideas
I try to revive my optimism with this broken AED on a hospital floor
I even considered about moving to Grand Rapids
To find some kind of a sense to find any kind of hope
And maybe there will be a plot twist
I'm taking back control I'm taking back control
There's an incessant humming in my ear
A constant reminder of my effort and my fear
I try to keep walking on pavement
With this strange gluey substance right under my feet
I even get jealous when I see people praying
They found some kind of a sense they found any kind of hope
And someday I will find my homeport
I'm taking back control I'm taking back control
