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Wipe your dirty slate clean
Hydrogen peroxide and it wont be seen
Fill up your soul with broken promises and empty dreams
Pretend you are anemic
Fill your life with things
Cloud your thoughts with drug or drink
your slowly killing your self......faster
whiny voices sound in your head
they make you wish that you were dead
kill them all with the blunt edge of sanity
tell the emo ghost to shoot themselves
for they live in a sad day and time
but back when robots were alive and the times were new
the sky was green and the grass was blue
oh fill my mind of those orderly times
the binary etched on the inside on my mind
program the world for peace
but there is always a glitch
theres always a bug to find
something is always screwed up with me
or its just my part to play in this world
when everything is happy and new
i stick my foot out to step on you
think of me as a reason....a treason of life
stealing the ideas of the young
feeding you ideas though my ever playing record
maybe i am too weird
maybe.....you don't understand