| Weed me out. |
| If judgement itself could speak, it would beg
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| If wishes were horses, beggars would ride
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| I am an enemy factory — making them prodigiously
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| Poisoning whatever touches me by dozens, by hundreds, to infinity
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| Weed me out. |
| I’m a self-abusive black hole from which no sympathy escapes
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| There’s a riot in my skull where sheer will is all it takes
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| To create the darkest place in the world and disappear in it
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| I am an enemy factory — making them prodigiously
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| Poisoning whatever touches me by dozens, by hundreds, to infinity |