I could have given you everything
but everything's not what you need
You'd rather have nothing at all
as long as you weren't with me

I bet they're so proud of their pink American Eagle sweaters
and canned Deja Blue
They're such fools
and you are so differently foolish

I analyze out condition with medicognition
my crystal ball tells me we're fake

This smile is a weapon of mass illusion
"i love you" my method of mass confusion
Grab the meat cleaver and SWING
Hack off a hunk of flesh and bone
Accompany me in the mud
in the slop/ in a DAZE
I wanna be riding the same wave
with our minds in sync on the same page
connected on a loop of pain
Tie a bow around my migraine
and rip out my brain
Crash out of the fake

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