Haha, they're drugging us
That's how we are here in the fogs
Murder of faces ending up prosaic analogues
You're the only one with any shock of animation
You're the only one who's worthy of my concentration

I had to draw a line in my life
There's those I have time for
There's those I don't
What's up with you?
You're such a power
I want to give you my twenty-fifth hour
Thirty-six hundred seconds just for us
I'm being serious, I'm really curious
Are you afraid?
Or just don't dare?
Or just don't wanna?
Or just don't wanna?

Kissing you on Pike
In Bellevue Avenue, a quick one at The Roosevelt while Steven was waiting

Counting wolves in your paranoiac intervals
Nobody's leaving, nobody is off the beat
You shouldn't try to unpeel my Pavlovian bells
You should be fucking with no one else
Anyone but me is an antipathy
Anyone but me is just your enemy
Only I see you the way you want to see yourself
You should be fucking with no one else

You, you, you, you, you should be
You should be fucking, fucking
Fuck, fuck, fuck
You should be fucking with no one else

Haha, they're drugging us
That's how God gets inside the head
Making you feel like it was you saying the things it said
The signifiers have no value for us anymore
Death is reunion, though we've been over all this before

A Prussian Christian bot is something I am not
I could teach you a lot, I think you'd learn a lot
Are you afraid?
Or just don't dare?
Or just don't wanna?
Or just don't wanna?

Counting wolves in your paranoiac intervals
Nobody's leaving, nobody is off the beat
You shouldn't try to unpeel my Pavlovian bells
You should be fucking with no one else
Anyone but me is an antipathy
Anyone but me is just your enemy
Only I see you the way you want to see yourself
You should be fucking with no one else

Counting wolves in your paranoiac intervals
Nobody's leaving, nobody is off the beat
You shouldn't try to unpeel my Pavlovian bells
You should be fucking with no one else

I am tripping out on all your future shock
I am tripping out on all your body rock
Only I see you deeper than you see yourself
You should be fucking with no one else

You, you, you, you, you should be
You should be fucking, fucking
Fuck, fuck, fuck
You should be fucking with (no one else)

(Fucking, fuck, fuck, fuck)
(No one else)

My anxiety is my one source of energy
Although it is so wasteful keeping all of it inside of me
I feel, I feel like it is such a cruelty to be made
Self-aware of actualization inside of a simulation

I know how it feels
It feels, feels ugly
Body dysmorphia
I know how it feels
Body dysmorphic
Body dysmorphia
Body dysmorphia


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