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5:05

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God I work it everyday Nothing estranged Nothing is strange Nothing insane Nothing to blame Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Now it's time for me to give a dark little sense of understanding As if a brooding riff can emphasize my artistic creativity I sense that my own mess can cause brawn to burn into brain Intelligible nonsense; extrapolation on the insane I find myself emboldened with a brew, inhibiting the ability for a third person view I find my sex and art and lust intertwined All are need, most surviving Into little this, into little this, into little this, into little that, into little that, follow little that, follow little that And I've got nothing to say to You