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Immortal
03:46
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Immortal
The present’s my eternity
I am immortal
Immortal
Immortal
Although you may have buried me
I stay immortal
Immortal
Doctors said I was dead but 'scuse me
In that case death is not the end no
Immobile
No squirms to show my agony
I am immobile
Immobile
Immobile
Only peckish worms for company
I’m sustained yet immobile
Immobile
Doctors said I was dead but 'scuse me
In that case death is not the end no
Is it just me or is it every man's deadly destiny?
Doctors said I was dead
You say I am dead
Still they say I am dead
I’m not dead
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Words
03:00
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I do love you
Your work really inspires me
I live by your diary
I see why you’re lord
It’s all in writing
I have your life to delight in
Let me introduce myself I’m yours
I’ll cut out the words
make a verse
A righteous pastiche
To preserve my belief
The author is quite the creator
Stories don’t get any greater
Just read and you will find
The ink of the lord is divine
I felt weak when alone
It’s from here that I borrow
Values that I want to follow
I make them my own
I’ll cut out the words
Make a verse
I’ll make it sincere
You will say what I hear
Why can’t we just get along?
Why can’t they see they are wrong?
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Dummies
03:04
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Abused, we Cry
Our rights have been denied
We’re left empty inside
Confused, It’s like
Our creators would endeavour
To exploit their very errors
Look at Meg she was born with only her legs
But still she’s just a slave
To your window standing watching game
Worst of all if you call us dummies
But if you knew what was coming
You’d find us less funny
Been through, a lot
In my life
And with confidence I do not thrive
Yet you, make me wear
Garments far too big
Then make a point of pinning me in
You humiliate us yet we’re made in your image
Possessed by some perverse spirit
You strip us bare to stand and stare
Justice for mannequins
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Stupidity
03:04
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Me me
I’m sick with unease
They call me special needs
Hope you’re easily pleased
It’s an art
To act like you’re smart
Corrupt to the core
With intelligence fraud
Disguise
My beard makes me wise
How lengthy it grows
So hidden smirks aren’t shown
Oh
Well I’ll lie well I’ll cheat then I’ll die
Oh
No one will mind the gaps in my mind
I wonder could this mean
Other’s suffer from this dim disease?
Could this mean
Other’s bluff through basic complexities?
You see
I’ve ‘come adapt to this show
Nod to what I don’t know
Then google it when I’m home
Alone
I want to show it’s a fix
Grow sceptical of sceptics
But I’m too thick for such tricks
Carry on
With crooked capacity
With boundless stupidity
With limited poetic abilities
Oh
Well I’ll lie well I’ll cheat then I’ll die
Oh
No one will mind the gaps in my mind
I wonder could this mean
Other’s suffer from this dim disease?
Could this mean
Other’s bluff through basic complexities?
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