You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,
The mask is on 'em like a catholic service
You might collapse and take a nap for all of eternity
Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
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