I sip my cup of pretension and burn my lip before I speak,
A kiss from the devil where my intentions meet.
I couldn't trust me if I told you the truth.
The third person dissatisfies and calls for my youth
That once called for the future
That now calls for my youth.
The evolution of contradiction gave me the legs to walk
The onset of blindness gave my eyes the time to talk
Out of turn, this tongue spins out of control.
Daisy games say I love to so
Comfortable in my plastic sleeves
And I will believe for as long as I want,
Because I push the clock and I burn the fire,
Depriving the flame for the thrill of desire.
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