I aspire to touch the floor in my falling dreams An agoraphobic flare come to a head This is not the worst I've been subjected to At this point, I've grown up with the knowledge of the task at hand Soaking in the anger brought to my battle weary feet Acting as one in the corner should Bleed into your mouth Swallow the truth down Get used to it Let this rot turn into monuments In repetition is repetition worth repeating