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When I look beneath me, I see youI see you in a ditchThe brain inside the skull is deadA lifeless, lazy twitchThis shows you what's inside of meWhen I look beneath you I see myselfTwitching, spasmodic, on fireI want to think of you under my shoeBut as I think I sink in the mireTo lift myself above out of this pitIs more than I can doTo be what I'm supposed to be means not to spit on youThere are so many things that destroy the brainIndulge in not one but all,Anything to dull the senses,Anything to turn walk to crawlBecause to cease to think is to cease to careAnd caring means thinking and moreTedious is thought, and thusRot the thought at its coreWhen you take a drink you insult the retardedA burden they begrudgingly bearThey were born into their condition,You drink to follow them thereThis shows you what's inside of me From Letras Mania