Posit it's Positive
An excess of dopamine is all I will ever need
Hear them approaching from all sides
Hush now I’m talking, can’t you see?
A mind within prodding mine
Wait that song, it knew it was me
Perceptual excessiveness, do not disturb
Listen they’re here with the master key
Placing plotting pictures, they know
I’m here forever, your mind’s mind below
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