oh boy, you know you can't just disappear
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once filling up, now just spilling out
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in front of the world before you,
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you're walking in glitches and spasms lifting your knee to your breast
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and lowering it to the ground
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you'll never escape those ignorant eyes
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the ones that were never meant to see what they've seen, I feel nothing, but I am not the one who hides in my own skin
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you'd be more comfortable lying in your own waste grabbing the dick of death, begging for the chance to be dispatched and born again.
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Short Term Exposure, Long Term Damage
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Heavy Heavy Low Low |