good guy aren't i?
my world is mine
i know you all
i can't live with myself
i can't live with myself right
Progression to 2D
Regression of reality
Let your hands do what your
I'd rather give back to the dirt
mate with the trees
you can't say you don't know
that you fed off of
they've gathered in
they barely have the room
some have come along
it's a respectable trait
yet another waste of mental health
calling it
The old contagious second-rate first born
Even though it fits them
All this shit's gotten to our heads
relapse pill eyed dead
chemicals
don't care about a peaceful rest
we're all doomed to death
so
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