maybe you can tell me bout
the ways of my situation
you see my souls all here
but my minds half gone
somebody needs me
but nobody wants me
psychosematic frantic automatic diplomatic
What's so wrong about
the difference between the
here and now and the
past and future
people think i'm no longer here
yet nobody cares i'm alive
Reinviation to the disco dance
Madison ave's blinding lights
Take my hand beleive me it's real
Reintivation to the part line
Harajuku's decked to the max
Maybe you can direct me
to the bright light that
brought me back this
lie you think i'm telling
is getting old
when will someone catch on that it's all too real?
Insecticide Morbid suicide
Somethings just have to change
I was reinvited to a world
That won't accept me.
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