Brian Molko

When outside the box, the deviants look in.
The squares unknowingly abhor their confines,
Oh how easy the normal are led astray.
Breaking barriers of the conventional kind,
Your heart gravitates towards the freak side,
It's what I love about you, your Special K.

Rain is like acid, relief exacerbates the burn,
Nothing can efface these sordid pleasures.

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