the nose keeps runnin'
the air kips pumpin
the heart kips beaten n beatin n beatin
the soul entrenched
the mind ever sinkin
the body conssumated in its own upbringing
it revolves round the centre it all circles the centre
with da mind no wher in between
the fite goes on ,, the loser moves on
the fite goes on and the loser moven on
it gets sucked in d centre
the whole n wide centre
the centre ,, that never ever xisisted , the self consumed centre
the breathin is heavy ,, the heart is scary
the mind runs for cover ,,, the body for the shelter
it all keeps on movin ,, the body keeps on movin
i huff n i puff ,, the lungs keep on roarin
the medics keep on blowin
the bright white light ,,
and i m jus losin sight
n i`m jus losin might
they say health is wealth
n no wealth is no health
n i`m jus losin sight
n i`m jus losin might ,,,,,,,
the mite mite n da site site ,, o yea da mite and the site ,, all the way thru the light ,, the bright white, white lite, lite ,, lite, lite , lite ,, lite
the losers keep on fightin
the winners jus give up. hehe
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