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Sep 2018
No I don't need a subject
I just spit about my spit
So open up that purdy mouth
And you can have a taste of it
Ye im sick Im tired
Im ****** wired
My brain is fried
From all this ****
And I've lived outside society
Though it's technically impossible
Somewhat withdrawn, morose, forlorn
Nice midnight stroll
**** on your lawn
******* on
Your absence of a soul
****** mess
And you've been told  
Witches brew,  you know
I see through you
Devil's spawn
Sprang from the earth
Your just desserts
Blood red alert
Positive vibes man
But you can't hide man
Ye step outside man
Won't let it slide
Won't let it pass
And you can call me an *******
You’re welcome
I already know
But as you know
That's not all I know
Now its show and tell time
Hear me flow
I'm on the outside looking in
And what I see is ******* grim
Ye you’ve got no soul
left to sell
And you revel in this ******* hell
Dimensions cut right to your size
But your empire of ****
Is built on lies
And I see the fear behind your eyes
And I'm thinking maybe it's high time
I joined the conversation
Got my stomp boots on
And plenty of libations
And I never did have any patience
But I was just so far removed
Now I'm moving in
Ye for the ****
And I've got my sights *****
Set on you
And I've lived outside society
Though it's technically impossible
Somewhat withdrawn, morose, forlorn
And my best feature is my scorn
And you wish you were never born
But you were
And so
Here we are
You spread your rot round near and far
And I am one big human scar
Fibrosis glowing in the dark
******* tell me I'm too sharp
But I made a big
Blunt object of my heart
And I smash it off your little brain
Now take the shame dope
Take the shame
Cronedrome
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Cronedrome
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     acacia and Fawn
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