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There's something here Something a little more evil the more it plays out It goes, "Darken a doorstep? Never me!" Sheesh, what a load of premium beef Narcissism kneeling, defeated by proper pageantry Ego death to the ego dead Resurrection of your living demons If the collective is strength, then what does that make I? Offer up your heroes, I'll gladly take em all away and dangle a different one off a building every tuesday No sense, capture a portrait of blank mind and sit back, writing poetry for the psychologically blind I turn my own freaks into science fiction enemy aliens Monsters and mazes, real life's got its own alias Lost my self control somewhere between thoreau and asimov Maybe on the page about how to make a molotov Natural, Non-lethal, Lethal Remember everything you learned and approach the field as an equal But guerilla tactics don't work in the house In close quarters, echo the sounds In every worst way we all became our fathers If you can't win a fight against yourself then why even bother?
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Dec 23, 2024
Dec 23, 2024 at 1:05 AM UTC
Secondhand Bomber Jacket
There's something here Something a little more evil the more it plays out It goes, "Darken a doorstep? Never me!" Sheesh, what a load of premium beef Narcissism kneeling, defeated by proper pageantry Ego death to the ego dead Resurrection of your living demons If the collective is strength, then what does that make I? Offer up your heroes, I'll gladly take em all away and dangle a different one off a building every tuesday No sense, capture a portrait of blank mind and sit back, writing poetry for the psychologically blind I turn my own freaks into science fiction enemy aliens Monsters and mazes, real life's got its own alias Lost my self control somewhere between thoreau and asimov Maybe on the page about how to make a molotov Natural, Non-lethal, Lethal Remember everything you learned and approach the field as an equal But guerilla tactics don't work in the house In close quarters, echo the sounds In every worst way we all became our fathers If you can't win a fight against yourself then why even bother?
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Dec 23, 2024
Dec 23, 2024 at 1:05 AM UTC
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