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Rip out my insides, show me as I am
(Shut the fuck up, you motherfucking bastard)
Kill the lights off tepid lives
Right cerebrum: Split by the dotted line
When I grow up, my dreams will dine
In dinner scenes where the fine print dies
Doling out
Maps for your ride
Don't let out
Don't blur their eyes
Who has time to spend unconvinced that we're all gonna die?
Begs the difference
A question tells
Let mе out
From the in (six, six, six)
Break me down (six, six, six)
Original sin
Comе in, come in
Go
