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Just thoughtless words of filth filled with influence |
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You no longer feel the presence of wit |
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Losing all self made shape is an easy step up |
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And reality is a maze being truly unable to lie |
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Simplicity, the twisted lifework, so full of might, your cheap disguise |
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Trust me with no fucking doubt but pride |
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Learn at last to read now between the lines |
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Weakness for remorse is an instrument |
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And irony means wisdom if you are soon to try |
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The sicker things will join me now!!! |
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Out of mind, revering echoes, so full of shit, your plastic kingdom |
