psyclone gutmess is how you make me feel
i don't even want to deal
academics and postulation bring me closer to you
but the ladder can only extend so far
and even though it starts to shake, you tend to lose business
and it's unlikely you'll ever make it there
let me get control of my stomach
then hands and mind i don't need to open my eyes
step off the marry-go-round and find yourself...
well wherever. that's where i am. off it and into your territory
do your worst!
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