You think I'm here and I'm listening.
But I'm outside sweating yeah glistening.
Living out of body in a beautiful place
it's enough to make you feel the grace
of a god that forgot about the world
Left it out to dry and drown in time
Simple fact of the matter is it cracked and got sour
with each passing second of a minute in a drawn out hour.
Louder, living inside sheltered and warm
Linear life has grown to take form
of a loop in the system, crashing all around
This city is damned and it's name is flower mound.
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