An intermission of your fate
Close your eyes, god gives, or takes it away
You try and forget all your hate
Anger thrives, trapped in a steel crate

And you're heading south
And talking too loud
The time isn't now
You breathe in and out

I'm thinking of march
A crushing false start
No actress and you didn't
Play the part

And it don't gotta go
And it don't gotta go
And it don't gotta go

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