Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
No not the heiress just one from an escort service
Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?
Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
Spiralling down for what seems and eternity,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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