I'm gagging on what's t0 come
to be afraid of what hasn't came
is as distant as I'd enjoy to go
you read about this persuation
obscurity, an opinion they allow
a door to distress, a space to suffocate
happy children grow into bitter adults
don't listen, don't listen
we're here to destroy your ambition
don't listen, don't fucking listen
adults talk you up to run you down
morose men and hateful women
are here for digression, spoil like the crowd
ripened wit is like toasted urin
spray for animal stings in open waters
nature yells maim cheer and comfort
it's what the collective never had
you accept what we feel
a mob of them over a single kid
all the bitter souls in the house
won't rival one of us
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