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You think?
Real deep.
Look again.
Beware of bad synergy;
Your friends are on the row—
Your will to follow their stink
is stronger when you wink, you know.
You say you are—
But you’re not your own,
The plummet will come with no remorse,
Get out of the car—
For the seeds you’ve sown
bear not the fruits of warm recourse.
And when you hit and feel like shit,
Remember who made the everything worse.
You did.
It’s only you.
It’s always you.
There is no real peace in escapism.
Only a mask to wear; made of opaque lies and the leatherous venom of denial’s breath,
But you cannot hide from the fix-fated eyes that burn like smiles on the noble face of death.
No—
Dysphoria cannot be cured with chemicals and poison.
You will embrace bad karma
in the light of your chosen mistakes.
You will break.
Your heart will ache,
You will swallow the skin of every last snake.
Follow the leader—
Not the loser.
Lead yourself to water.
You don’t understand anything right now.
You just look like you have control
in that strange mirror you cling too.
Look again.
Real deep.
You think?
