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I had visions, wasn’t in them They’re reflected into the mirror Absence couldn’t be clearer There’s nothing left inside of me Fingertips have memories Sightless, jaunting above my body And then they feel a little bit naughty I run it up the flagpole and see, Who salutes, but no one’s ever does I’m not sick, but I’m not well And I’m so hot, cause I’m in Hell Went through the roof and found That only stupid people are breeding The cretins cloning and feeding And I’m not even watching T.V Absent minded upward in the place of nerves Something wrong about me Starting to seem a bit crazy They cut off my limbs and now I’m an amputee, God **** you I’m not sick, but I’m not well And I’m so hot, cause I’m in Hell I’m not sick, but I’m not well And it was a sin, to live so well Torn blow the covers of ‘zines Ripped in the cogs of machines Forced to hold my tongue It doesn’t hurt, it feels fine Precariously sublime I’d like to turn back time And **** my mind You **** my mind, mind Paranoia, Paranoia Everybody’s coming to get me They are all pulling at me I’m running underground with the moles, digging holes I hear their voices in my head I swear to god it sounds like they’re snoring But if you’re bored, then you’re boring The agony and the irony; they’re killing me I’m not sick, but I’m not well And I’m so hot, cause I’m in Hell I’m not sick, but I’m not well And it was a sin, to live so well One, two, three, four
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
Bored And Thinking Of The Nineties/ Re-Writing Flagpole Sitta Into An Outer Body Odyssey
I had visions, wasn’t in them They’re reflected into the mirror Absence couldn’t be clearer There’s nothing left inside of me Fingertips have memories Sightless, jaunting above my body And then they feel a little bit naughty I run it up the flagpole and see, Who salutes, but no one’s ever does I’m not sick, but I’m not well And I’m so hot, cause I’m in Hell Went through the roof and found That only stupid people are breeding The cretins cloning and feeding And I’m not even watching T.V Absent minded upward in the place of nerves Something wrong about me Starting to seem a bit crazy They cut off my limbs and now I’m an amputee, God **** you I’m not sick, but I’m not well And I’m so hot, cause I’m in Hell I’m not sick, but I’m not well And it was a sin, to live so well Torn blow the covers of ‘zines Ripped in the cogs of machines Forced to hold my tongue It doesn’t hurt, it feels fine Precariously sublime I’d like to turn back time And **** my mind You **** my mind, mind Paranoia, Paranoia Everybody’s coming to get me They are all pulling at me I’m running underground with the moles, digging holes I hear their voices in my head I swear to god it sounds like they’re snoring But if you’re bored, then you’re boring The agony and the irony; they’re killing me I’m not sick, but I’m not well And I’m so hot, cause I’m in Hell I’m not sick, but I’m not well And it was a sin, to live so well One, two, three, four
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
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