Construct this jigsaw
Laced with your true intentions
I can't figure out
Who the hell or
What the fuck we are

What is this?
Love poems with Cupid as a martyr?

Collapse under the crushing wonder

Core curiosity
Drives my stomach eating itself alive
Discovering sweet
in the heart of a chameleon
My starving
stomach eats itself alive

This puzzle
Relying on projection
You can't figure out
who the fuck
or where the hell we are
or how to even care

Lyrics submitted by Guttersharkk

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