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Hate when they talk.
(Terrified.)
Hate when the voices talk,
Running my mind amuck.
(Social Lies.)
Paranoia in my conscience
And when it talks
I don't care at all.
Moral fentanyl.
I'm a book with different endings,
If my exes talk.
Should I care at all?
Guess my character is flawed!
Sometimes I
Have trouble being honest
Follow my moral compass-
It leads to a dead end.
Leveraged words sound absurd.
I'll convert social curves. (This is fucked. I wish it wasn't. I question my own involvement.)
Paranoia of the masses
And when they talk
I don't care at all.
Moral fentanyl.
Innocence a distant memory
When my exes talk.
Should I care at all?
Guess my character is flawed!
I'm using justifying lines,
Always the good ones.
Cue from the black lung:
Time to step outside.
Out of spite
I want you to be honest.
Does the energy I harness
Make you feel alright?
Leveraged words sound absurd.
I'll convert social curves. (This is fucked! I wish I wasn't questioning my moral compass.)
If twisted thoughts were poison
I'd be dead.
Paranoia in my conscience
And when it talks
I don't care at all.
Moral fentanyl.
I'm a book with different endings
If my exes talk.
Should I care at all?
Guess my character is flawed!