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The illusions of a mind full of grief Hoping for a way out to find a release Cut off your right hand to save you from sins Your cult like following is something akin To Jim Jones when he told his folks to sip on the Kool-Aid Sweet taste of grape 'fore they realized it's too late To realize that your medicine is lethally laced With something so faint you can't possibility taste Call it acrid and bitter when it reaches your gut Almond butter smooth words with a hint of an nut Lived out your whole life with a pompous strut You Viewed yourself as king but you were anything but I Never picked up your charisma Molded by a pismire Work, work, work 'til your body can't deliver Nothing more than a beginner My patience's gettin' thinner Lust, Pride, Sloth nothing more than just a sinner Drugs in my veins Hookah, psilocybin, to my brain, what a waste Pulling on my sickly tendencies, stutter pace I think that I would rather wrap my hands round your waist Gone without trace Bones, muscle, skin Smuggle in the subtle, what a state that I'm in Trouble on the double, every story begins With the alchemist devout to drown his hatred in gin Gate, Devil, Sin Eyes made of stone Breeding the most evil ever lies that I've told Seeking out my sequence, and the story unfolds Your demeanor seems much sweeter when it's painted in gold Patient, my prose Be patient, my baby I'd hate to go revisit the mistakes that I've made These memories, they get to me, but equal in trade It's bitter, but these visions that i get of you naked Boy are they tasty And your silver tongue lies They tarnish my soul I can't bring you by I can't take it no more I want you to lie I want you to lie I want you to lie I want you to lie So write to your gods and speak your words The format you wrote ain't original it's slurred Your perception is blurred Unperfected and stirred Misdirected absurd There ain't nothing they ain't already heard Yet you call to your gods To reach out to ether expecting applause Put out your hands and keep the facade You die for what you call an honorable cause
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