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psyche


life a career where do we go for these things
how does one rise up above all the BS
play the game and you're playing for life
stuck playing the games so i can live

dismemberment of the soul
ripped apart in two different directions
phantasmic horses ripping my heart from my chest

a hermit a lock-in afraid of the outside world
don't fit in and given up on trying
failing at all endevors is the only success
impatient for life to come and develop to something worthwhile

dismemberment of the soul
ripped apart in three different directions
phantasmic horses ripping my soul apart

my heart is underwater
my brain in my wallet
my hands just aren't functioning at all
my eyes see that i'll never belong in this place

dismemberment of my mind
ripped to shreds in every direction
phantasmic horses keeping me away from my love

ugh, i've been censored!


well i guess the point remains the same censored or not.