Another fuckin pass and see / the ball go in you call that currency
Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
Eyes shut facing the blank wall
Still feelin loaded, like u haul
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/
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