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I don't think god exists if he does then he's dead or he's got a limp dick
And I don't think karma's a bitch she's just kinky every friday night she pulls out the chains and the whips
I think I'm a masochist I'll stab my eyes out I'm negative
Cause I don't wanna see I don't wanna be in this land of the supposed free where every decisions already been made for me subliminally and I'm sorry I ain't got shit to say but it's speak when you're spoken to and your set just didn't really speak to me negative
Depression it's anger reflected inwards and I don't wanna get nihilistic I don't wanna get pessimistic so I'll stay sad I'll go mad I'll be an identity nomad I've got no fucking clue who I am negative
Eating breathing seeing loving fucking negative
I have always been and will always be negative
I don't know why I don't know why I don't know why
My money's on the sleep deprivation
Mine's on the drugs
My moneys on the excessive masturbation
And mine's on the fact that i never unplug
No personality no sense of self I'm disassociating nothing seems to help
write it down sing it to a basement full of strangers I don't wanna be an entertainer I just don't want my brain to be a danger negative
I don't know why I don't know why I don't know why
My money's on the sleep deprivation
Mine's on the drugs
My moneys on the excessive masturbation
Mine's on Ben Piper and the shit that he does
J'arrête
Anything to distance myself from myself anything to distance myself
I don't wanna see red I don't wanna get in my head start wondering if you or you or you or you would care if I was dead
J'arrête
Anything to distance myself from myself anything to distance myself
Every bit of my personality comes out artificially I never own up to any any any I never own up to any fucking accountability
I don't know why I don't know why I don't know why
My money's on the sleep deprivation
Mine's on the drugs
My moneys on the excessive masturbation
Mine's on the fact that I don't give enough of a fuck don't give enough of a fuck to do or be anything else
No personality no sense of self I'm disassociating nothing seems to help no personality no sense of self give a man enough rope and he will hang himself
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