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Furniture moves around inside of me My brain is the roof My heart is the floor Everything else is a revolving door To live in suburbia you must be lobotomized You must be cut up Down to size Realities are bleeding through I’m sure they’ll love a train wreck So goodbye to the oblong Death for two Hello to the sharp game of chance Losing my mind is a sweet romance I’ve gathered my graffiti tools Hyperfocused on the rules Now it’s time To claim my birthright To transform into the hunter To perform like a good boy should Here comes the Flow
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Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 1:18 PM UTC
The Farmer
Furniture moves around inside of me My brain is the roof My heart is the floor Everything else is a revolving door To live in suburbia you must be lobotomized You must be cut up Down to size Realities are bleeding through I’m sure they’ll love a train wreck So goodbye to the oblong Death for two Hello to the sharp game of chance Losing my mind is a sweet romance I’ve gathered my graffiti tools Hyperfocused on the rules Now it’s time To claim my birthright To transform into the hunter To perform like a good boy should Here comes the Flow
Inspired by James Holmes
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Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 1:18 PM UTC
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