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Whore-mones

And I don't need an excuse
Between the gore and the makeup
I'm a clock blown a fuse
While it takes that much time to get it all right
It takes no time to make it all about spite
While she takes her sweet seconds
And I rush around
Shes a liability
Box me like a lost and found
But I dont regret my foes
And I don't get it easy
Why are the simulations forced upon those
Like her or me?

The party was invincible
But the guests were not
The musics inpenetrable
But the dance is fought
Go home where the plastic cups don't smell
And we can play duck duck goose, and hide and seek
And something that's nothing like show and tell
You can blame it on the atmosphere
And never on the drink
You can brag about the rushing storm
But you just didn't think
And there'll be cheeto graffiti on my grave stones
Why does my breath taste like shame?
Blame it on the w****-mones

And it's barely after 3 AM
Got a genie that'll wish me well
'I told you so's' are what I am
With a life that I dont know how to live well
And my friends are wall implants
By the stairs and the down the hall
My moneys on biology
Such a goddamn know it all





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