Exponentially serving. Perpetually unnerving. Vehicle swerving.
The adjectives they are all a-blurring.
Freud walking the sidelines clipboard scoring the brain.
Black magic painted traits. Makes me sain.
Hormones firing like a fifty foot Roman, yeah.
Please don't make me explain. Don't matter anyway.
Phontom pain in my brain. It's all that's left of my leg.
Black and Red and Yellow and Black and Red and Yellow.
Heard you repeat a-what ya heard. Me knowing the truth I can not concure. Na-na.
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