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All stack up, I block out the sun
It despises me too
Comfort is harsh and cold

Crawling on all four, the walls spit at me
The dirt loathes me too
Mental care in accomplished

Stable mind, I attack you from behind
High on life's low sides
Scan the need for reason

Prodigal son of sanity
Your death did go unnoticed
Your masterwork collapsed
You're only as sane as
Your unsanest thought!

Egocentric fuck
restrained by your code
I broke out of your congruity
Killed the ego
With self embarrassment

Stare at will
Ask yourself
Who the fuck am I?
I'm the fucking dead guy!

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