What's bugging people,
There are bugging in most of them,
Surely Insane captured their hearts,
To ignore a prophet,
It is really bugging people,
To say truth,
The felonious capers make you insane,
Speak and talk all rubbish stuff of you,
Break your lock out at middle night probably,
Saying that half of us aint worth it,
Most speak not knowing how and what,
Most people are sickening and stubborn,
Surely the world a Mystery with hysteria.
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