Agitu

I’ve been riding

A wave of indigestion

With every single thought

Breaking through

Breaking in

I can’t stop feeling

I can’t stop

Seeing how this will end

The highs, the lows

The valleys and the peaks

Flashing hot

Before me here

I can see the joy,

Yet I see the agony still

Been tight-roping

Across the straws

And

Not the bendy kind

Been breeding fire

Way down deep

Been having trouble

Not falling asleep

I see the crutch

I cling on to

I grab the noose

Where it hangs

Yet the chair won’t budge

Before the sky falls in

I’ve been riding

A wave of indigestion

Through the good and the bad

Each step I take

By flame I’ve been had

Been riding

A wave of indigestion

It’s been so long

I’d forgotten

The ending to this song


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