SCOOBERT DOOBERT from 3X3 by Tive Iris

The front lines
And the enemys hiding
Plain sight
Intel left in confinement

Flying blind
Yes i pray that im close
Cuz if the targets off
Then the bombs wont explode

Well the bombs arent exploding
And my self worth is imploding
Why cant
I be more accurate
Time equates to self loathing

And im floating down this river
As demerit count gets bigger
With my own personnel
Whos job is to disfigure

My image in my head
Of the better man left in my bed
Standing ready for the charge
With the worst outcome in hand

How long can i stand
Running through this onslaught
Just another trenched man
In a war hed thought hed already fought

He thought hed fought it
Thought he hadnt lost it
But in the frost
hed pay the cost
Square one return
slow body rot

Not as central to the plot
As i originally sought
Guess ill dig another trench
Victory is only bought


When im down i pop a cap
And when im down i hit the tap

And when im feelin ugly
I embrace this face so smugly
I want to feel the optimism
But honestly im struggling

To feel
Alright
With this life

To feel
Air tight
End in sight

To feel
Like there might come a day
When i look into to the mirror
With nothing to say

No more self infliction
No more of feeling sickened
Just blank slate toughts
And rank dank rocks

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