Grimace is smiling too
It's obviously all inevitable
Peace of mind is no longer virtue
And our demons mock our pain sardonically on a regular basis
Life is a void that can't be plugged
And all I know is phonetically incorrect
Females are butched
And these dudes are wannabe's
It's a cry and a plead
We're drowning
Somebody help us please
When I was born they said welcome to the world
Everybody else said you don't belong in this society
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