Human beings are fickle things
Nothing but power fiends
Lay me beside foggy waters
Cut off my son’s hands
Carve out his heart
And feed them to your daughters
Smile through the pain
Because you got a miswired brain
Extra cylinders
But not all are sequenced
Rewinding the events
Over and over
They make you grow older by the day
Because they strip your life away
Emotional hypoxia
Seeking ataraxia
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