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youre working like a monkey whos been training by a sick junkieon a mission to get money for a new suit and tieto wear to a receptionwhere they envy your deception and one compliments praises to the onesthey despite practicing your smile in the mirror all the while try tocultinate the style of the basterds in power i know what they're selling'cause their nervous twitch is telling you're coming off smellinglike the pig of the hour i got alot of people telling me that im outta my mind andi dont know why my brain was bleeding and my fingers were procedingthrough a nootbook i was keepingsince the dawning of timesenses were coroded you know that i was loaded you were dealingi was reeling from the feeling and the madness was consealinglike a siren song people that i trusted would surley haveme busted if they ever had a clue what was really going on i got alotof people telling me im out of my mind and i dont know why |
