[Instrumental Intro] Is that what you see, when you look at me? Pleasantly pleased to seek the bleak peak from becoming obsoletely un-fused. Picture a portrait perfect dance meant only for you, Wasn't the best parts of your lonely truth. Puke, then use again Same thing hidden, then use some much needed guided Zen. Maybe it's time, to start over again? This time, I won't want mine, closing in. It's been a hit after hit The walls keep closing thin Don't pin this on them you lonely fucking ham. Kiss and then split What the fuck did I spend? It's just around the bend, Not Sent. It's always been broken. Here's a token for your fixed thoughts. Let's finally talk for a bit.
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