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life, or its resemblance, perpetual disconnectmind apt to inflect, my futile effort to dissectthe very fiber of being, fleeing these futile systemsthe futile drive to keep our species alivea two-dimensional reminder of intrinsic humanitybut man, it seems like my relation to the world is just thatwhat the simple, seemingly dyslexic dismiss as weird stuffis merely complexity beyond monosyllabic fluffi'm going downi'm ready to let it go(i'm goin' down down babyyo street in a range roverstreet sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it goshimmy shimmy cocoa what, listen to it poundlight it up and take a puff, pass it to me now) From Letras Mania