Retarded schemes, the heart of an artist emits the hardest screams
I started clean, now I'm dirty as they come, from these parted seams
My life a series of charted themes, bombarded with discarded dreams
I wanna fart, but I dunno if it's safe, fuck it...I'm gonna fart....
....It's clean.
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He listens to voices inside of his mind
Explicit and poisonous violent crime.
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