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I have cleansed my life now of evocative names the people who pry And threaten place always in my face I think it's time for them to Go away always in my fuckin' space, Always in my scene always in my sight, Always in my way You're dead to evocative names me punk ass fuck . There's nothing left 16. (K)now F(orever) Frozen moments in time, Stopped hourglass, They predicate, what you will know, Dispositions lie within, And so do we, Don't want to run. Don't want to hide, Renounce the prayers for inspiration, If evocative names you dictate what I will be Then smash my face upon the concrete I'm weary, I feel the stares piercing, So sorry to soil your precious eyes, Reflections spoon-feed you, The bitterness and disgust that is me, If you choose to reach out to lend to me, I'll chew off your hand I'm not beggin' for your fuckin' change I'm not beggin' for your fuckin' change I'm in touch with myself, All alone within myself, All one. Alone Do what you will make it the whole of your law, Burn down the faith that shadows life And take a deeper look inside of what makes you Pull down the shades internal light can be blinding Brilliance I'm not begging for your fuckin' change, I'm just begging for a fuckin' change, Complacence quenched of me Lineage is ending I am that, once was me, rising upward, guts wrenching Sculpted cold, blistering, break the mold,
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