lately ive been trying ta infect a sterile world. i feel bored and violated. smashed yet sober. looking for a new vein ta tap. hiding in the light. hopeless doesnt cut it. thats too happy go lucky for me. the youth call it hating. i call it depression. nothings as it seems. no ones on my team. they dont make the cut. a small light in a dark room? bee-you-ta-ful strangeness, dance with me. i hear the beat, why dont i see the music? lazy angels never carry their own wings but pit bull piranhas always pick the perfect place to partake. dont try to keep up. im already lost.
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