Taste Incestuous flavors
Droz never had to come down
It’s easy to be manic
When celluloid is unwound
Dropping Cusack one liners
Fast from the mouth they can roll
Even I can roll with panic
If there is no coming down
But the truth is
You’ll always get tired
The push always comes
With a pull
True to Newton
The net force is lies
And
The sum of my bullshit is null
Face tempestuous favors
Pause and then ask what the fuck?
Feel sleazy, deny, tragic
Become paranoid, unbound
In stopping you lack primers
To move the boulder you roll
And then you succumb to panic
And find that you’re coming down
There’s something magical about
Not giving a fuck
There’s so much tragic in
Not giving a fuck
I don’t wanna give a fuck
I don’t wanna give a fuck
But I gotta give a fuck
Do I gotta?
Do I gotta?
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck this shit
I fucking quit
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