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

While languishing in
Ten million corpses to beds
to archetypes
By all the artists overhead

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

Your back roads
Your dreams
A hidden
That helps you breathe

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

Still need a for your unease
You think the government, it wants you on knees
But I'll tell you something and it is
They want you driving to the
Buying milk and

taxes
To fuel their corn
You're nibbling at the carrot
Or you get beat with the