Just thoughtless words of filth filled with influence
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You no longer feel the presence of wit
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Losing all self made shape is an easy step up
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And reality is a maze being truly unable to lie
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Simplicity, the twisted lifework, so full of might, your cheap disguise
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Trust me with no fucking doubt but pride
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Learn at last to read now between the lines
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Weakness for remorse is an instrument
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And irony means wisdom if you are soon to try
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The sicker things will join me now!!!
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Out of mind, revering echoes, so full of shit, your plastic kingdom
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The Sicker Things
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