Disgusted and attracted by the opulence. You fooled us twice now, best five out of seven. Oh it’s not that complicated if you would just for once pay attention. It's almost dawn; our symptoms are starting to show. In a red-eared fever, you play fast and loose with the slurs that get lost in the frenzy. We both used to believe we were in this together, I guess that you knew better. You turned your back on conviction, then you picked a new name, a new face, a self-serving self-mockery. Where did we divide? We’re better than this. Same town, same friends, same past, same life. Burn it all so there's nothing to analyze. I remain sanguine, not naive. You grab a hold of distinctions, and you wring out a caustic liquid. I'll never understand how you embrace an ugly lexicon, while you possess a working knowledge of the impact and the struggle. There's no turning back from a carpet bomb. A frail goodbye to a broken bottle blood brother.
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