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Anxious mofo, my twin, my
Election time again, I wish that I was
Some conversation, if you're well
To calm the storm of shit that's raging in my

While in basements
Ten million corpses lashed to
to archetypes
By all the artists overhead

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

Your hidden back
Your hidden
A cigarette
That actually you breathe

Play an mix tape
a break from the routine
But dark on the
Form that's never come to being

Still need a reason for your
You think the government, it wants you on your
But tell you something and here it is
They want you to the supermarket
milk and cheese

Generating
To fuel corn subsidies
You're either at the carrot
Or you get beat with the