Sick of reading lies
Papers torn from books of love glued to walls with shit
His brain's always been like this, just cyanide triggered
And the blimps keep the powder coming
Six patches stripping off the old jacket
Better to embrace impermanence than to struggle against the way of things
Should have fallen down from the start
I'm happier the darker it gets so please don't pity me, there's gold in the greyest clouds
Black in every human soul I meet
Last chance I gave fixed this compassionate disposition, and I excluded nobody from my list

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