This is the day I went Insane Mad Life has turned Rotten Sour Bad Rather be alone And that’s sad I’m not a fucking clone Those Normal people Et’s club em Eaves dropping phone Sad I was had And this is bad Insane Mad Life has turned Rotten Sour Bad Rather be alone And that’s sad I’m not a fucking clone I won’t answer fucking my phone Those Normal people Let’s club em To the bone Eaves dropping phone’s The Big Brother’s watching over no Disconnected from that They want to inject you with poisons and that’s mad The society around you Rotten sour bad And that’s sad Turning into a night owl or a bat The last word to describe me is fat But a bowl Of the Green Purple Silver Gold Will not help you to let the paranoia go Sold This is a bad road Don’t follow Me anymore I know where this life will end you Another suicide note send you I have them by the stacks Mad Rotten S
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