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A Sociopath to Fame
MY ONLY NIGHT OFF IT'S A FRIDAY I SIT AT HOME NOT KNOWN BY ANYONE
I CHOKE ON A PHOTO UPLOADED OF YOU AND THAT FRAT BOY FROM ILLINOIS
INTERNET IS THE NEW EDEN YOUR THOUGHTS ARE APPLES YOUR THOUGHTS ARE APPLE'S GOOGLE IS YOUR GOD HIS HAND THE CURSOR
I FIND ON HIS PROFILE HE JUST CHECKED INTO A BAR NEAR RICHMIX CINEMA
I GO HANG AROUND THE BAR WITH ROPE AND POCKETS OF SCARVES SOAKED IN CHLOROFORM
BY STREETLIGHT HE'S BAPTISED IN METHYL TRICHLORIDE CLEAN NOW IT'S EVEN
MY BOOTS SLAP THE ALLEYS DEAD GOD CLAPS AT EVERY STEP LEFT RITE OF SACRIFICE
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YOU CANNOT BE SAVED AND THUS MUST BE DELETED POINT YOUR HEART IN AND CLICK YOUR SOUL OUT COLD
HE'S HEARING MY PSALTERS WHILST SSSSTRAPPED TO THE ALTAR EEL CLOGGED OESAPHAGUS
HE'S FREE TO BOB AROUND CHECKED IN AT SHADWELL CANAL NEWS STAND AND LEATHER BOUND
INTERNET IS THE NEW EDEN YOUR THOUGHTS ARE APPLES YOUR THOUGHTS ARE APPLE'S DREAMS ARE MADE IN CHINA BY THE SUICIDAL GOOGLE IS YOUR GOD HIS HAND THE CURSOR
MY ONLY NIGHT OFF IT'S A FRIDAY I SIT AT HOME SOON KNOWN BY EVERYONE
I POST ON YOUR PROFILE A PHOTO OF ME AND THAT FRAT BOY FROM ILLINOIS
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