Not really supposed to mean anything. Just some ramblings.
How old is your psyche?
Where are we anyway? Are we even here? Is this even now?
Burn me alive, roll my ashes in that paper and have a smoke!
I'll have your heart and eat it too.
Smash your face into the picture. See how delicate it tastes.
I'm only blind when I look through your eyes.
Hungry for a controversy....
Feed me the truth and I'll regurgitate lies.
Maybe I am going crazy....
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