| I got motherfuckin' brain fog, die off, internal kibosh
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| Tired of al the violent pirate like inner dialog
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| Loud as a lions roar
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| Some days I feel I follow in footsteps of a dinosaur
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| And ending it, cause there’s venom in my bloodstream
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| Anger is disgusting
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| And I mask this pain with the food, booze and fucking these floozies
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| A cry for help that got lost up in the acoustics
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| Man, fuck music
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| Fuck social media dude, took the easier route
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| Literally the easier root, she was Eve with the fruit
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| Trusting the snake instead of seeing our truth now
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| Like owl, like who’s using who now
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| Had the broom out, sweep it under the rug
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| Full moon was out. |
| Acting like big brother
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| And fucking with my emotions and now they say I chose this?
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| Cross between king cobra and blow fish
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| Blowing up from rosacia, she spitting venom, not coping
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| White as a ghost of the christmas past
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| And I’m still out in the dark in the rain
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| Went from house, to house, to house
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| To house, I couldn’t go inside
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| Scared what I might find
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| And so I
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| Walked around, around, around, around
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| From dumpster to dive
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| I couldn’t go inside
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| My oikophobia
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| See every blessing ignored becomes a curse man
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| Feel like the worst version of myself
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| Every time I drink another San Miguel
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| I sink like a hermit crab in my shell, I think with my genitals
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| Used to be a gentleman
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| General type of diligence, applauded for killing them
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| But this was way before I knew the force
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| Of my thoughts and the limitless experience, the brilliance
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| Was inside, but I was stunted
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| By confronted fear an anaconda around my windpipe
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| I can’t speak, thinking I was broken
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| Unable to say I love you, frozen by the emotion man
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| Was left unspoken
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| For like 21 years, before then certain friends called me queer
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| But those friends ended up addicted to gear
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| See that’s a world of fear for you
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| No one to say I’m here for you
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| No one to lend an ear for you
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| And tell you you’re imperial
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| No, so I
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| Went from house, to house, to house
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| To house, I couldn’t go inside
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| Scared what I might find
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| And so I
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| Walked around, around, around, around
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| From dumpster to dive
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| I couldn’t go inside
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| My oikophobia |