It's electric
I feel it coursing through my limbs
My static status charged to the max
No longer able to continue like this
So I'm on a roll
With the momentum of a stone
I'm picking up steam
That I've bottled in my bones
If I don't move
I'm gonna explode
The crest of the wave
About to fold
About to wash up on shore
And leave my mark on the beach
Washing away foot prints
And washing others feet
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