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Anxious mofo, my twin, my
time again, I wish that I was dead
Some conversation, if well read
To calm the storm of shit that's in my head

While languishing in
Ten million lashed to beds
Atrophied to
By all the able overhead

light of evening, sky of the sea
You take the Old North
'Cause that's where you feel

Your back roads
Your hidden
A cigarette
actually helps you breathe

Play an ancient mix
Attempt a from the routine
But dark on the
Form that's fully come to being

need a reason for your unease
You the government, it wants you on your knees
But I'll you something and here it is
They you driving to the supermarket
Buying and cheese

Generating
To fuel their subsidies
You're nibbling at the carrot
Or you get with the fasces