What becomes of me, the repetition that I
Was immunized against like a friend was
In the room without a view
Simple Simon tests the best of the rest
It's awful that they really don't think of you
And what you do
You should never tell lies you might be hypnotized,
Like a friend that's breathing
All the rules that we all abused
Like a parasite bleeds the life out it
You're sick of the shite
Send me on my way, have another dance
Have another dance, have another dance on my grave
What becomes of you, hardly heard a word
From someone that disturbing and I really want to breathe
in the fumes
You kicked seven shades of shite out of it
You're on the glue it's really what you do
That no one knew
The repetition that I
Was immunized agains like a friend was
In a room without a view
Simple Simon tests the best of the rest
It's awful that they really don't thing of you
And what you do
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