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Sick Jokeconfusion's taken over melost in the wreckage and drowning in the deep does all of this build to a crushing punchline? or is the solution just to grow a fucking spine? let me know if this is all a joke because at this point I can't tell who the fuck do you think you're kidding? or do you now believe yourself? like a terminal illness to a suicidal man it's all that I wanted but not how I wanted it across my width and breadth laughter dies a death oh it's nothing but a failsafe if the lock breaks if the lion wakes in the den so wash your hands clean purge the stale dream drowned in the piss stream in the end the lights are on but there's no one home it's all part of my sick joke |