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This psychosis is flaring up again, most notably with the upper hand Time after time and once again I find no rhyme or reason That thought process, seemingly by design, is unfathomably barren Scared of the transformation I know has already left the station That's it there, right over yonder, comin' 'round the bend Resistance is futile, it's a lesson in repetition to keep runnin' with no traction No huntin' license needed for this "only fools rush in" expedition The lethal weapon method preferred over the non-lethal stun gun option As I set up and execute my own personal character assassination And blame it on what's always been a continuous open season on who I am as a person Stating it was the residents in my cranium livin' rent free from conception Leaving out the moment I stepped in and fast forwarded this Scooby Doo-Benny Hill situation to the end You can still see the evidence of the all out mutiny and treason from within Venomous hospitality, venomous quips, blue lips the reaction to the poison The exact one found on the jagged edge of the rusty iron driven into broken skin Just an oh to familiar back stabbing incident, another rerun A web can be spun but I'm the only common thread... ©2024
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Jan 21, 2024
Jan 21, 2024 at 1:29 PM UTC
~•§•~ Time After Time And Once Again ~•§•~
This psychosis is flaring up again, most notably with the upper hand Time after time and once again I find no rhyme or reason That thought process, seemingly by design, is unfathomably barren Scared of the transformation I know has already left the station That's it there, right over yonder, comin' 'round the bend Resistance is futile, it's a lesson in repetition to keep runnin' with no traction No huntin' license needed for this "only fools rush in" expedition The lethal weapon method preferred over the non-lethal stun gun option As I set up and execute my own personal character assassination And blame it on what's always been a continuous open season on who I am as a person Stating it was the residents in my cranium livin' rent free from conception Leaving out the moment I stepped in and fast forwarded this Scooby Doo-Benny Hill situation to the end You can still see the evidence of the all out mutiny and treason from within Venomous hospitality, venomous quips, blue lips the reaction to the poison The exact one found on the jagged edge of the rusty iron driven into broken skin Just an oh to familiar back stabbing incident, another rerun A web can be spun but I'm the only common thread... ©2024
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Jan 21, 2024
Jan 21, 2024 at 1:29 PM UTC
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