Rip off philosophy - in disguise
Composing DNA - using your eyes
You won't ever find me
You don't look inside of your body and soul
Recollecting memories - of stones and sticks
So full of energy - break your ribs
You won't ever me
Scared to look up inside of your soul
Just let me leave this town of you
I will drip out of your pores
I will drip out to destroy
Redesign and redefine
Sucking on you badly wounded heart
Such a novel, state of art
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