I see you, down in the front line.
Such a sight for sore eyes, you re a suicide makeover.
Plastic eyes, lookin through a numbskull.
Self-effaced, what s his face.
You erased yourself so shut up.
You don t let up.
You have a growth that must be treated
Like a severed severe pain in the neck.
You can smell it but you can t see it.
No explanation identified cause you don t know.
You don t say.
And you got no reply.
Hey you, where did you come from?
Got a head full of lead, you re a inbred bastard son.
All dressed up, red blooded, Amannequin
Do or die, no reply, don t deny that you re synthetic.
You re pathetic.

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