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Half-assed at best, a dilated mess

At last you admit the ways, you're pleading to be praised

Washed up, and blown ashore

Your fifteen minutes of fame is no more

How long must it take

For you to learn your trade?

What will it take to amend

The false ego you ascend?

Pain infliction apparatus will render you

Maimed and stitched up

As your status will fall to new lows

Innate with such ignorance, sustained on the kindred

Such a failure, such a fake

A genuine mistake

Standing center stage, a bloated fucking waste

Unfortunate for you, the best has just improved

Washed up, thrown overboard

Your unwarranted reign is no more

How long must it take

For you to learn your trade?

Bring in the new and the cure

For the plague we've all endured

Innate with such ignorance

sustained on the ones just alike

You'll perish in punishment

Resenting the day you tried

We can't stand the way you pretend

And the ways that you gloat

Now swallow your contradictions

And we'll watch as you choke