From the unknown I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam
Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know
I problem solve with Styrofoam
My world revolves around a black hole
The same black hole that's in place of my soul, uh
Empty, I feel so godd-amn empty
I may go rogue
Don't tempt me, big bullet holes
Tote semi-autos

Yeah, I'm keepin' it real, real, um

Keepin' it real, uh yeah

Life gets tough, sh-it is getting real

I don't know how to feel

Swallowing all these pills

Know my real feels

Devil standing here

Tryna' make a deal, uh

It ain't no deals

Explanation:

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the answer is: tabard inn, southwark.

in "the canterbury tales," by geoffrey chaucer, the twenty-nine diverse group of pilgrims is staying at a tavern in southwark, london, as they are traveling to canterbury. they wish to visit the relics of saint thomas becket in canterbury   cathedral in order to him for his when they underwent necessities.