Occupied by The Clues

How'd it feel to grace the fields
With scattered bodies defaced and petrified

When the blood belies the reasons
It's your survival that's torn apart

See-saw doe-eyed to occupied

When did lies become a meal
It won't kill you to try your vegetables

Be Frankenstein or Frank Sinatra
A fearful monster hidden under my skin

Occupied inside
Rectify insight

Taking all the ill emotions that you own to seem invincible. Never will I believe

When a state's bereft of answers
They'll call to arms more soldats de plomb

State your game and occupation
Locked and loaded, a ticking bomb

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• The Clues
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