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The eccentric shapeless matter in me is starting to run amuck

Convincing me to conceive thoughts that seem morally corrupt

And the time says that I should sleep but my mind is just waking up

I should turn back the atomic clock because the timing is just so fucked

So as I lay awake with questions that were never meant to be asked

With my face so sensative after I've removed the acrylic mask

I recite the same old woe is me and I put it back on

and then my alarm clock chirps and its time to move along