Another fasion just short of failure
and it's passing like a disease that everyone wants
and i'm just the number she deleted from her phone
i'm the incomplete attempt at conforming
i am a modern day massacre known as acceptance
the peer pressure is thick in this room
gather around the stage and tick tock, your head like a clock
keeping up with the rhythm of the drummers soul
as his sticks hit his publicly displayed organs
everything we are breathing is the product
of inhales exhaled at the exact moment we inhale exhales
the description can only be explained as air
and we're living off the wasted breaths of all of our brethren
whether they reject us or not, we are them, they are us
and we have all just been fighting over molecules
everybody will get their fair share
you can keep complaining but the dance is going stale
windmill away at the ground and give it the 1 2 kick!
i like the way she karate chops my gut before she makes love to me
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