I feel agoraphobic, but I reluctantly stay the course
In this maze of thorns, there is no way around it
It smells like Agent Orange in this place I go
And I can regret it, but I have to do what makes me form
counterfeit smiles allow me to find my fan´trisen
painted in the fog that was marked at the time of death
of a reclusive, tangled in A spider web
Why eat halos when the fanbulas they write are dead? of the weather
claws grow inside with these inattentive looks at © that changes from irrational anger to schizophrenia
When you are in a cage, you forget what the big world can be
And when you are always bleeding you forget that it is an emergency
a slow trip that can lose your waiting for a harsh
questioning the proportion that is incorporated into your circuit
and and Crystallically, it grows inside your chest to your heart of sickle cells
The world is a self-affairs made of artificial pads that were intended to cover severees, arc-boring Technicolor
The lyrics of an angel are freakin with my memories
Playing with my slight because I have been sleeping with the enemy
under a secret identity, I try to escape, but she is Is leaking meth
Drip drip, lick lick, infect me with disease
Feed me all your lies until you make me believe
Is this example a part of Dream Wipe
or just illusion and they made you believe that?

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