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Im just here to hold your hand when you die
and to show you around imaginary places
puttin many lumps on my bloody stump
edible habits so I bit the perfect circle
die in your sleep with the sky at your feet
ill shoot you when your happy on the day that you will find peace
how did you do it, i dont know, im ok
every person i know is a secret sorta agent

Me and you in love with our
Rule over solid waste
Our artistic merit is questionable
We'll fall on our face
And I can't bare the sight
Not to sound pragmatic
But our parents were right
This ain't adequate

The Troglodyte Wins

I should just (get up)
And treat these itchy bedsores
(get up) to making my indie-cred soar
my witty thread bores your kiddy pool party
this self-absorbed crowd is dull and foolhardy
(get up) to face that’s like a homepage