There’s blood in the bugs you stomp
Underground they still walk
Stay away
It seems my purity falls short to your pride
I guess you can’t understand when you’ve never lived outside
I object for the objected, self educated, walking weapons
We are all a mess of subjectivity
Don’t ever put a price on me
I fantisize like child to prize
Daydreamer’s disease till I die
Fuck you all
Take those liquored letters and burn them with your nerves
Fuck yourself and tell me if it hurts
Underground they still walk
Stay away
It seems my purity falls short to your pride
I guess you can’t understand when you’ve never lived outside
I object for the objected, self educated, walking weapons
We are all a mess of subjectivity
Don’t ever put a price on me
I fantisize like child to prize
Daydreamer’s disease till I die
Fuck you all
Take those liquored letters and burn them with your nerves
Fuck yourself and tell me if it hurts
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