it's so easy, isn't it?
walking through this maze of shit
fading remnants of what used to be
all that I've crippled, come crawling back to me
in walks you, with your eyes pinned
itching and twitching your nerves
nodding through layers of sand
bludgeon the god you serve
and there she goes
I'm sure she knows
about her soiled clothes
and when I quit, I'm never going back you know
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