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everytime why write in the end all is lost device stolen from the nothing i started with its rythmic in of itself cyclical rendering dust so many lives fucked children who became unable to play with the rest of us when taking a quick look all of us jjealous living for foolishness spoiled in a rush a secrective moment of rubbing our insidious palms...calm eyes even strain fake tears followed by a concerned expression lies proceed no need to heed im lacking honesty about that certain thing intentionally im wrong its a sin at some point my inner child came forward to announce they fucking hate doing good noone else does so fuck you im not lost we all lose we all spend way too much time so much money stupid shit knowing without a word he who dies with the most toys wins what is winning begin with mixes set up to be let up relentless sick twist get bent rocks kicked dust lifted mind stuck on that unmentioned potent solution chaos ensues obsessed searching the depths attempt to prevent a word to fill that next ryhme hit this mic lubed up proverbial black hole filled my spit lyricist swells blistered pressured impressed to releive the tension throbs just like 1