.(fuck it?)
My tongue is twisted from talkin'
My feet are blistered from walkin' alone
My head is burstin' with thoughts
And every bruise feels so familiar>
This city's buzzin' with bastards
Cancer tans and plastic disasters
Wannabees and users and makers
Impotents.
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