Sense

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Wanna talk wanna talk but I'll rather be silent

I can't handle my stress they say I'm violent

All these money h*es but i prefer my hand

When I'm popping pills feels I'm lead of a boy band

Wild dream but no scope all the shit is intellectual

Can't keep up a conversation still I'm doing textual

Suck my love life sigh I'm bloody asexual

Nobody says what he upto but expects that I'm at my actaul

Kill me fast put my head on the guillotine

Smoking thrills roll havana leave all the nicotine

No shoes no scarf got blood on my new jeans

I'll slay the demons myself just gimme all the magic beans

Whatever i upto it doesn't make any sense

I'm running away from the life my soul in rence

Sleeping with the lights on dreams make night intense

Bury me in the clouds and burn sticks of incense.

- openhead

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