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There's a bitterness on my tongue I taste

So easy to swallow, but so hard to digest

Constantly chased through the eye of the vortex

You're moving me, you're moving through

Like mist through a valley at mountains foot

I am beginning to find that I am all myself

And it's all in my head

So 86 me, you won't fix me or nothing at all

Because I can't feel anything sore

When will I start to be