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Sick of reading lies

Papers torn from books of love glued to walls with shit

His brain's always been like this, just cyanide triggered

And the blimps keep the powder coming

Six patches stripping off the old jacket

Better to embrace impermanence than to struggle against the way of things

Should have fallen down from the start

I'm happier the darker it gets so please don't pity me, there's gold in the greyest clouds

Black in every human soul I meet

Last chance I gave fixed this compassionate disposition, and I excluded nobody from my list