{J.G. Thirwell)
I've gotten to the point where I believe everything I say
I got a BIRTHMARKDEATHMASK shaped like the USA
SEE ME SQUIRM with the sins of a nation see me
RUN ROUND IN CIRCLES of bitter frustration
My neckties turned into a hangman's noose, I'd cry in pain if the tearducts
could cut me loose
My head's turned to rust... My skull's about to split
I can't get rid of this EMOTIONAL SHIT!
KILL!!! KILL!!! KILL!!!
I got hangnails on my hangnails... Visions of the blackhooded hangman's noose
Every time I close my fingers (I) try to use my nailclippers to cut me loose
My cuticles are screaming for MERCY... Fingernails are bitten to the quick
and the DEAD
My head's turned to RUST... My skull's about to SPLIT
I CAN

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