Dial up words but they're not in service
You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,
Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.
As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive
Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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