I wanna pull the foundation Crash the car Flip off the neighbor Fuck your girlfriend Sleep all day Jack off my burden of proof until it explodes The waves of shit crash on my walls and I run with a bucket and towel Automation In order to restore To rebuild To clean For the sake of normality For sanity For acceptance So I may wait again So the waves will crash again So the janitor is working again It's time to be selective No clean slate No absolution No understanding Complexity runs through the chords as I dance with my confusionBirth sign: Cancer
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