To what do I owe this pleasure
Says here that you've lost your leisure
How low can you be
But you ride in on all your vices
Got me feeling circumcised
Emotionally
Take me back now to the start
Tell me where you fell apart
There's no answer
Oh, don't you act so distraught
Just be glad that what you've got
Is not quite cancer
I heard your lips are loose
The burden of proof lies on you
But do you speak the truth
The burden of proof lies on you
How you try to wax quixotic
Do you think your so exotic
Not of our own
But you rode in just like a spectre
Seeing in a different texture
Cracks in the stone
Got the power to go high
But you blind your inner eye
Force it open
Let's give it another go
Reconcile yourself and know
You're not coping
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