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He,Sat Still with a Daze on his face.
His Race Cracked, From Heinous Thrills, Blazing That Kills, Like Idiots Be Forreal
See Time passing, They Pop Another Pill
All for a brief feeling of Euphoria, The Brain a Leaf, Its Peels, The Sting from The Neuronical Crain to the Teeth
Look at Me. Look at Me. Detested for my views, In exile because I Dream of Kings and Queens
To feel the power when they Speak, Intelligence springs as it reached its Peak. And all of Y'all Relevance Leaks, Down Drains and They Feel the Pain when its Rain, there goes another Rest in Peace
I imagine the Mother as to contests and Bleed, The Message of These Kings and Queens the power when they speak, the intelligent springs as it reaches its peak.
Turn Up for What?
Ill be the Buzzkill, Ill Stand Right in Front of US.