There's a system to the system - i don't fit in the system.
go yeah go but don't expect me to miss you -
trying to find a hole in the bottom of the soul-less,
thinking about the world from the edge, you can't control this.
now what the fuck are you some kind of half-assed astronaut
just a moment please i must insist that you stop
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