Output flows from me like a tidal wave.
Sometimes more so than other days.
They can’t set me a limit.
Conscious acts are mostly bullshit.
Images come when I sleep.
Blueprints drawn out in front of me.
I try real hard to stay clean.
Why are people so mean?
We’re from different galaxies.
Alienation is more than just a feeling.
I’ve lost most hope, in my case.
Maybe I’ll find a new race.
Images come when I sleep.
Blueprints drawn out in front of me.
I try real hard to stay clean.
Why are people so mean?

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