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Charlatans
The population of charlatans
It seems to double by the day
You’ve calloused my epidermis
I’m now impervious to hate
Because it’s been imbedded in my head
That I’m worthless in this place
And there’s nothing you could say
That could make me feel more of a waste
So I’ll let your words roll down my back
As I’m slowly walking away
Now that life is just a march
Towards my already dug grave
And I'll probably go to hell
For what I’m doing to myself
But this world is so fucking backwards
I don’t think heaven would suit me well
