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Deep Sick of it all.

They say home is where the heart is
well my hearts in many places
Before I even travelled US
it had already left the states
Be my waitress I ll be your baby
the real phase wouldnt mind being crazy
static epileptically shaking despite knowing
waitings useless cause it wont happen through waiting
 
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Call me Marquis De Sade and let me drink your blood
Theres no escaping from me so let it fill your lungs
120 days thats fucking rookie numbers
guess he got tired of the smell the little bitch
De Sade descended from the insane
in vain in vein tired of being unsane
made it a game humanitys to blame
fuck I hate this
 
When young Oedipus met Mother Narcissus it was a love tale of the century
Water not only reflected the perfection also what it needed in order
to satisfy the human nature. But the the autumn came and leaves were not
so green anymore. The color of love had also turned to many shades.
It was beautiful because it was one of a kind.
Then came the winter but both wanted to come out winners.
So they settled for the reality. Two broken people together
is more than a person alone.
 
I hate how things sometimes
revert back to the elaborate plan
thats out there against me.
It doesnt matter that much anymore
but its still hard to deal with.
How are you supposed to act when
things seem like they were written to
happen in a certain way way before you
 
schizopath sounds better
than a schizoid bad
I let my body rot for years
so I had reason to feel sad
now that I think of it
I should have killed myself
years ago

and the ideas of referance
are always there
I cant really escape them anywhere
except to a country where I dont
speak the language
my mental age changes
between 5 and 77
 
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And what the fuck do I do here other
than get more traumatized
Im fucking scared I will start
doing the traumatizing
I need a cocktail of drugs
to get closer to normal
but Im odd as fuck I will
never be normal
Im not enough or too formal
this joke of a life is such
a fucking bad joke
I wouldnt tell it even to my
worst enemies
 
Borderline groupie
Autistic junkie
Gatorade for weight
In my mind Im renegade
But thats pretty much the truth
I consume art not food
I hope I could always be in the mood
Sounds too good Im fucking fool
A proper tool tend to aim for the good
Atleast when I have some dope on me
its logical dont you see
thats one of the few times I have reason to live
A reason to feel Im not even sure if I wanna live
maybe to witness and to discuss to share
dont wanna mistrust, boner? cause Im feeling disgust my mind just went there
Leaves fall from the tree while I climb higher
just to see what Im not seeing cause its freeing
I have hundred and one ways to make my mates laugh
I can even change my gears Im that bad
If you wanna find me Im in my head supressing thoughts
 
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I see you as the goddess of all living things
so naturally youre looking out for broken things
cause when I loop I loop hard
and I always go too far
am I in love cause my mind has a highlight reel
and Im weak enough so your messages give me instant fix
Im not a poor thing and no Im not rich
but there was one time when you activated and made me a witch
tho its my fault Im a little bitch and I love numerology
thats why the six six and six cause my body is weak
its far from a temple I try my best to be more humble
thats why I left out the word mother
cause Im a fucker
not a motherfucker
but the fucker of all motherfuckers
so naturally my childhood was like a bates motel
you give me boner I want you drugs and room in hotel
and my sanitys fucking goner Im not even sure if I like being a loner
 
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Dont they have those all inclusive package deals for like dressing and stuff?

There should be one for not eating. Maybe thats just called meth tho lol.

Yeah, I agree with you. I wanna see every fucking place there is in the world.

One place at a time tho :)
 
I need a bodyguard to protect me from myself
Or maybe a partner but never that much hate
That I had when I was young so young
Pvp and wilderness then life gave me the tongue of fate
And licked me made me almost pure
Atleast thats what I tell myself experiences act as a cure
Im sure there has already been one me
bound in time out of time act in time once upon a time
My mind has virus it makes my body sick
Im wickedly stupid nervously serious and sadly already dead
Simply experiencing my life as a dead man
I want them alien drugs my life doesnt really even suck
Ive had it alot worse I often think cause the dead man experiencing life
likes the this dead body too much to end himself
 
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