My misery alludes to them
Leaves us with bad taste
And lemony suppers
To change my faces
I must conquer all deficits
Challenge my aims and obstacles
Take all answers from within
And correct their misgivings
Switch terminals maybe
Slay inherent demonics
Crush all by the roadside
Push away what I don't need
Shoot myself in the pockets
And still have time to laugh
A little more than most
A toast then to us and them
I'll set myself free then
That's what I'll do.
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