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There’s a cycle running
Through my head
As if the process of thinking wasn’t
Hard enough
You blow up my mind
Like the bullet through
The big-bang theory
To paint my face red
With all the scars that you left
Carved in my brain
Like a tattoo on my bones
Chants of the new age keep
Slipping through my hands
Like radioactive goo
Mush is all you left me