Lifeguard
You got no perception
There's no such thing as dead
If the man inside the mirror
Finds his way inside your head
All these laughing packs of jackels
Seem to get my head so spun
But distractions count as blessings
When you live under the sun
Things I've learned to help
Have turned me to a loaded gun
The deity is ignorance so
Let's go have some fun
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