don't tell me you didn't see it coming don't tell
when we decide the form of punishment we are greted
with
This is cancer, right? Whe you walk into those empty
every time i punch that clock i feel another layer
Is there something you need to tell me? Otherwise stay
Sheilding my face with my very means of survival. The
i think it's the last one for a while.... because
I hope for your sake, you don't speak to me
this is it, and that is all, and i'll still
All for none, do I smell that fresh stench, so
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