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Detachment!

From a world of shit

Separated!

Disgusted with your own existance (sic)

Believing

That everything's gonna be alright

Then the agoraphobia sets in

Population

Bloated like rotting carcass

Overwhelmed by socially driven self annihalation (sic)

Can't see my hand in front of my face

Cause some other muther (sic) fucker's face is in my face

Separated

Disgusted with your own existence,

Believing everything's gonna be alright

Isolation's got its rewards

Loneliness is blissful

Too many headaches

Too much control

Too much control

Isolation's got its rewards

Solitude is forgiving

Too many people, fucked up and useless

Burdened by your existence