This one needs no lyrics
I swell up and then can’t hear it
Despite the proxied zeros
Deposit rocks and them gyros
Semi automatic suppository
Surrogates on my conscious
Locked inside them awful boxes
Getting shipped off shore
Like a moddled mogs mirage
Sipping on some turpentine
Bleach stains on my panicked mind
Hands tied behind
Gods socks the blind
And rocks the clocks off rewinds times
Folding into itself with a leash from a black hole
Basically don’t know what’s going on no flipping clue
Sniffing glue may as well
Travel safely
thur the zoo
Slow prerogatives
Abominate my license to be cool
Like a llamas lips
On top of this
I Don’t really want to go to school
basically dont know whats going on
no flippin clues
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