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Sirens of Your Toxic SpiritWhat I recallRemembered best is insanity And the clatter Misapprehensions are Killing you but not Fast enough to really matter The flume of your struggle Is flooded with sorrow and It poisons everybody near it I'm not a patron of yours anymore Don't want to hear it The sirens of your toxic spirit Of your addictions and shiftiness Inherited from your father I know you struggle to keep them in check But at this point why even bother The flume of your struggle Is flooded with sorrow and It poisons everybody near it I'm not a patron of yours anymore Don't want to hear it The sirens of your toxic spirit What friendships you have left They're not derived from love They're just some warped form of charity I've wounded you and you've wounded you too At least we can feel good about the parities The flume of your struggle Is flooded with sorrow and It poisons everybody near it I'm not a patron of yours anymore Don't want to hear it The sirens of your toxic spirit |