Its just that G00

tied to a stakebeaten like a dogfalling from the skyspace junk peopleand other uselessitemssuck my thumbShake my handsat the skyI don't believe insomething that hidesthey do it to us a lotdon't expect me tobelievewhen it's all jackedfrom mans mindI do it a lot I feelthe need and I useit a lotit's how I've surviveda heavy dose shotin my eyeyou can call doneI get I t straight fromThis guymania is a suppertidejust don't sleepagainst the tideschop the enemyI do it I don't denyit's boiling overit leaks from my eyesbent I won't denyI use it a lot iplug the holesmy festering soulI fight to keep whatI gotI know enough justto squeak byI know how it worksyou just can't denyI've grown old withthe passing settingeyestrapped by the sunI fight through thecriesit s just not coolif I can't findnauseous it's thekilling timemy thoughts lie deadspilled from myeyesfake this disease youhave a better mindI'm always wearingmy disguiseyou can't take itthis is the grindgive me my shitand we'll get alongfinejust don't try to cutme aliveI use a lot sand bagsand hides
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