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i don't sneak around using attacks with a sybil sheen in the background riders coming fast on Sybians a circus of half make-upped clowns known to the subconscious as simian i load my horns and rush that crowd back my attack with a hush from the crater left in the sound couch locked and doused in an ounce of the rain view plain street brain preview forget the sign of my vibe and bounce heat melting my time on concrete Salvador Dali's sun beating down i cannot see so i dawn my Rosé glasses now the sybils look pink and those Sybians need a review tripping themselves in a greasy ice rink
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Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 9:32 PM UTC
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i don't sneak around using attacks with a sybil sheen in the background riders coming fast on Sybians a circus of half make-upped clowns known to the subconscious as simian i load my horns and rush that crowd back my attack with a hush from the crater left in the sound couch locked and doused in an ounce of the rain view plain street brain preview forget the sign of my vibe and bounce heat melting my time on concrete Salvador Dali's sun beating down i cannot see so i dawn my Rosé glasses now the sybils look pink and those Sybians need a review tripping themselves in a greasy ice rink
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Nov 23, 2025 at 9:32 PM UTC
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