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MONDAY BARS 40B - Got on a Silent Hill Type Beat, a remix of "Not Tomorrow". Kinda sad emotional vibes, but still on point for spooky season yknow.

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VISUALS:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SBJpxthpCm4

LYRICS:

There must be a sickness in the ground that seeps in
Only comes around when sleepin’, sinks deep in
An illness that will kill its host through wiltin’ the internal bones and leaves until it’s left weakened
As dusk sets in the husk left thin,
With just a crust skin not much needed to peel it
A crumblin’ rust with just dust to be seen in
No mendin’, an endin’ the only way to heal it

Tryna mount my problems rise high ‘n shrill
Tryin’ not to die quietly on this silent hill
Everything I surmounted yet I’m lying still in what should be no more than a minor spill
Tryna be fulfilled in the face of my mortality
Yet with all my will I can’t change reality
My prices never wane as I age morality and weight of my costs get strained for balancing

Live with less disappointment when you expect the worst
Give all for his enjoyment but don’t respect my worth
Feel I’m in debt what’s I’m investing for?
All the rest of me left questioning affordability
It’s killin’ me, too conscious for my own good, debility
Fillin’ me with fear and a constant inability
To feel contentment, conceal dejection and misery
An affinity for sleep and need for activity

{CHORUS}
Try to discern if this a test blessing or curse
Best at my worst, or my best with no forth
If I ever get first will I earn comfort?
Or will I learn there is no end for all I yearned
Was I not born for a reason, more than mourn to be leavin’?
I’m torn between believin’ and seein’ no meanin’ in it
Am I machine or livin’? Am I complete or missin’?
How much more must I give before I be forgiven

There ain’t no cure for what ails me,
Wait and endure for what?
Other’s prosperity? I’m no charity.
Wish I was care free, ignorant to the severity
Instead I carry this esoteric malaise
There’s one option of treatment for respite of rot
The only optimum retreat from a life beset
Take every second, all effort and might you got
Pour it into a righteous ambition to fight thought

Try to fill that holy grail ‘til wine clots thick and your bread is stale
The very conception you’re set to fail, yet the exertion when hailed is what best avails
Toil for a tale will line your nails, cut your limbs, give divine impalement
Would you rather die to prevail or be walkin’ dead ‘til your final frail end?

I been seedin’ but I must have another man’s crops cuz I ain’t seein’ a lot
No CREAM and no god
Got no greed for those stalks, but I’m bleedin’ and thought I’d receive more for the cost
Thorns and rot
Am I lost? Was I ever once taught why and now I can’t see, forgot the reason and plot?
Or was I lied to, opened my eyes and became wise to the fruitless trees of knowledge