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Be back tomorrow

Don't take a wrong turn

Or fill your head with nonsense ideals

Rest your mind

From all the pressure that's given to

Our work and our hobbys

Should mean pleasure to all of us

Consequence of rage kept inside

Sitting, listening, saying nothing

Swell the neck, raging comes out

Putrid ACIDIC ESSENCE

Of an over repressed soul

No control on the mind

No control on the body

Let it be my turn and

The last spin of our dying world

Fly, no time to think

Die, no time to even breathe

You are not alone

Don't think, don't speak

Fuck you, not me

Burn away the rage