i don't want to guess your name and you don't want me to start
its your hard work but it's lame and it's not even art
you can't even get what you want without tying me up
maybe think about the fact that it's just hurting us

fast like a whippet many steps in a second
hit the ground like i fell and i've not even left yet
because i'm trapped in a sweaty weak acidic room
hands around my neck it's my impending doom

shake my head like a newborn couldn't measure the damage
felt like the rain wouldn't stop falling in my hippocampus
but there's wheat in the chaff in my barren womb
i feel like i can get through it if i rummage you

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