I'm here at the wake of stability,
And it's my body that lays at the bottom of the tomb.
I hold attachment accountable for my murder.
You are not stable, attachment.
I can hold the grip, but never release the tension.
For I fear you will slip.
Yet, I still pray you will balance me, attachment.
Stablize me, attachment,
And we will both be free in happy.
(scroll to :30 in video, for beginning of song)
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Oh jesus.
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