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Investment Proper planning less demanding Blowing out like a candle Burnt through and drowning In my own wax Stay classy world, its going to be a long one Stay active always until it starts to bite At the space behind your eyes As you lie to yourself that you still have health left If integrity isn't what you're interested in In the end its fun enough to bloat Forgetting your true status because Despite your best intentions you choose to forget The drugs only get you so far And you speed up the natural ending So many enemies to create for the **** of it So many amazing new creations to unlock like A mason, stare into the stone and wonder why It comes up looking like you put So little heart into the thing you've just bled dry for Like, why do we lie about the things we have and have not Like dropping yet another line lower is something To be proud of And picking up something else someone else cant Is tantamount to an accomplishment I was never good at improv And life isn't that funny anyway To make a joke out of it is intrinsic to staying alive But finding time to praise the idols of false self made Mannequins Too many humans lost themselves and punk rock is dead So time to end it
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Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 5:09 AM UTC
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Investment Proper planning less demanding Blowing out like a candle Burnt through and drowning In my own wax Stay classy world, its going to be a long one Stay active always until it starts to bite At the space behind your eyes As you lie to yourself that you still have health left If integrity isn't what you're interested in In the end its fun enough to bloat Forgetting your true status because Despite your best intentions you choose to forget The drugs only get you so far And you speed up the natural ending So many enemies to create for the **** of it So many amazing new creations to unlock like A mason, stare into the stone and wonder why It comes up looking like you put So little heart into the thing you've just bled dry for Like, why do we lie about the things we have and have not Like dropping yet another line lower is something To be proud of And picking up something else someone else cant Is tantamount to an accomplishment I was never good at improv And life isn't that funny anyway To make a joke out of it is intrinsic to staying alive But finding time to praise the idols of false self made Mannequins Too many humans lost themselves and punk rock is dead So time to end it
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Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 5:09 AM UTC
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