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sells me a way to give away a way to be improved I need more for my own thoughts tear apart, the outside cultures in me its what I need ideas sucked away from me its killing you it what you need see me, I need more of your empty lies don't try to sell me? I don't need this don't try to sell me? I won't be bought... for less than nothing twist perceptions for your use your words hide intent with lies I fall, fall back to the outside my eyes see through these lies don't try to sell me, reaching in... I try to retain myself feel myself losing, losing don't tell me how selling my thoughts slaves for your use feelings become the fuel to burn From Letras Mania