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We stay a servant
to those who do maintain an
undeserving stature,
Who are we to complain
when we let it go this far,

We were brainwashed
We are unnerved when they
finally slip in,
The technicolor gaze
radiated off my retinal plates,

Cymothoa Exigua
You have become apart of us,

Make me regale a tale
twice unwise,
The words we summon
are so surprising
when the synapses are
misdelivered,
What am I saying now?

I never chose this fate
Well it figures
when we worship
These lot lizards,

Cymothoa Exigua
My voice retreated when I coughed you up,

You slipped in when I was just a child
and ate away all morality,
I'm a husk of a normal guy
What standard girls all dream of,
Nine to Five till the day I die
We're all sold on it,
We're all so uninteresting now.