See me once again,
Its the same thing.
Hello once again.
Nothing ever changes around here.
This tattoo upon my skin,
It gets old very quickly.
Is there anything new here?
So they laugh at everyone they see,
Why should I try to prevent it?
Just to be a creation,
The vision,
Of who they think is great.
Walk down the goddamn street,
Forget their rotting souls, its permanent, too late.
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