I see you, down on the front line
Such a sight for sore eyes
Your a suicide makeover
Plastic eyes, looking through a numbskull
self-effaced, what's his face
you erased yourself so shut up.
You don't let up
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You have a growth that must be treated
Like a severed sever pain in the neck
You can smell it but you can't see it
No explanation identified cause
you don't know
You don't say
When you got no reply
Hey you, where did you come from?
Got a head full of lead
Your an inbred bastard's son
All dressed up, red blooded, Amannequin
Do or die, no reply
Don't deney that your synthetic.
Your pathetic.
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