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Sinister minister was found today, I found the twister,
he dwells deep within my brain cells, he speaks along with any thoughts,
I am so ugly, but guess what thats OK cause so are you,
my life is just as meaningless as yours, together we can be distraught.

Broke all college paths, saturday is everyday for all I know,
I may shake but I'm not scared, pour my shots, roll my entourage,
priest sing your song, I need the body of christ while sippin on his blood,
is that God that I see, the ehat is making a spiritual mirage.

Singularity and solidarity got me lonely, but I guess I'm OK,
shaved my face and thought of the head, but I'm not for that fad,
and maybe just maybe, you speak truth about what you've heard,
I'm not sure of anything anymore, I swear I'm not mentally mad.

I swear I'm not going to crack, I won't flip my lid,
I swear I will completely topple it over, even if that means the comfy cell,
I miss you, did I love you, having completely killed you in my heart,
the lifetime of running through a maze, will surely be my hell.