Why not me the same thing
Guess that's why it's called tripping
There's this game called life
I just shake dice
When you spill out hits
Theyre called chains and rings
Theres nothing called mission abort
He appreciates your support
But now invisible cells around your brain
Bro called dad over, we tried to explain
My so called mates all turned to snakes
We back on these highways moving cakes
Picture a place that they exist, together
That is called being a problem setter
I get called more and more sadistic
I don't trust nonelook what the 80's did
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