from

My abs ain't original

My maps ain't the middle school's

The aftermath ain't minuscule

What devil for the fiddle do

Going back and forth

Like laps in the swimming pool

Whole time craps rolling dice how they spinning you

Could give another speech how the team stays winning

Could open up my arms to show the bone they use to pick at you

Sew me up with sutures while I'm numb, the fluid tickle

Vision partial in the room

I guess the memory went missing too