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who you talkin' to wit' that attitude chicks lookin' 'atchu like you something different dude actin' like they know it all when you've said nothing at all, rude
I feel the pressure of the walls of this box pushing from each side, increasing, squeezing, and as it gets tighter in here, the pressure builds builds into an atmosphere chaotic enough for lightning
When i was born My mom wanted to name me Roxann, MY dad would not allow her to due to the once popular song by the police
Confined Enclosed The Corridor becomes the world Beyond the world The Void unfurls A whirl of faces and facades Flashing frightening bright allure Falling down to meet the gods
Creeping shadows once more ariseamong the shrieks of pain, their criesMingling with the symphony
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