Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly
You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,
Dial up words but they're not in service
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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