I know whats going on, because i see what's happening. I know whats happening, because i see what we have done. I want to use my brain to pick up all the trash and make it clean. I don't want to use my body, I don't want to catch no disease. I can feel the blue skies turning black. I can feel the bugs crawling up my back, as i lay on the ground with the sound of dust ringing in my head. All that rust bringing out the red, eating metal like a piece of bread.
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