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I FARM
Cram a cork in it now Or sew this death trap shut Before I choke on my two feet I'm too full to eat them It dilutes my critical judgment False accusations grow falser when fed Impairing my ability to operate machinery Clarity lies in the power of silence Explaining excuses will not suffice It's not the sound of one hand clapping It's sticking a fork in it when it's done When it's worthless I don't want to be there Move swiftly or slowly burn The road signs ahead scream "Dead End" But it's hard to drive with your foot in your mouth And you don't seem to notice I hear your voice, it doesn't make any sense Uneasy, we are; Chemicals cause mood shifts Unattractive, we are; When we're full of shit Cram a cork in it now Or sew this death trap shut Before I choke on my two feet Move swiftly or slowly burn
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