Pimples in peculiar places
You stand faceless I disgrace this
Phase Im going thru
Im at the point Ill drive or screw
The brains out of your braud
The things I do you never thought
But youve only got what bought
Your mind state is not what it ought
I neither fight or fought
Nor diseases have I caught
You see its plain and simple
Peculiar places are my pimples
Birth sign: Aquarius
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