I see my own private babylon sinking with the sun everything is fucked I’ve got to let it go I’m just not cost effective so they put me out to pasture now there’s nowhere left to hide everywhere stinks of shit it’s the tyranny of conformity at least, that’s what I think but who taught me how to think? the devil makes work for idle minds I ought to learn to sing fill my throat with love I could act like I never knew but we both know it’s not enough unexpressed thoughts? I’m having one now can I be blunt? I’m in mourning all my dreams have died I don’t know what else to say it’s hard to think straight when you’re screaming
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