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Flame Thrower

Speechless Unstable so now I'm off popping more antidepressants after jonesing for the truth so glad someone anyone could offer me reality that I'm truly seriously deluded and misunderstood and now i know there is nothing i can say Oh sinead what does the con man sing to the bones of metaphors in the soup fiasco about belligerence and brutality and psychological abuse is it me is it me can anyone here this plea The pearls Jam the gates oh my king throwing flames from his mouth what can i say what can i say to Jeremy when he speaks in class? i have no comment just the delusion i am unstable but intoxication of another love note from you and broken homes is all i really need to spoil my therapy Fred is Limp The bizkit has me in a Full nelson and if you listen closely to the words of wisdom to the new aged nuns of wood stock 98 you will see the revolution spinning full blast but the hippies are Jonesing flamethrower the wars of winters are cold and frozen take this Will I Am and realize the place inside the fire is something something for you for my rights in my living room and the king i am of plajerised words and themes I am no saint so whats my name and isn't it sad to know life is more than who we are and know oh flame thrower i don't know what to say but hush your temper tantrum and pay attention for this Will I Am finds That Mr Jones has inspired me to say steal the rythym while you can and i know the pieces fit so enjoy the schism and flame thrower everyone knows i am the liar ask Mrs O'connor ask Mr Durst ask wuts under rug swept and rediscover the place within the fire

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