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I gotta know

How long will I sit like this

Be a pussy and think 

Tell me how you feel

I don't actually care

How do I feel 

Well I feel that life has struck me down 

The big man looked down 

He said fuck it 

I need to poop

Here I am

Well that is an interesting outlook

That's just how it is 

Some people get played the right card 

I have the joker

I live, you know. 

Like everyone else

We all go on

Like shit is ok

We put our masks on 

Some of ours fall off 

That's why there is the penn

To punish men for having shitty masks

There are people, you know, anal about everything 

They go to college, start a law firm, get married, have children, buy a lake house, die. 

They have their mask glued to their fucking skin

There are criminals, who have lost their mask somewhere along the way

Then there is the median 

These are people scarier than criminals 

They have their mask on

Not all the way, though 

They can see how fucked up everything is 

You can tell a criminal by looking in his eyes

The median, though you can not tell what is going on in his head 

He is liable to snap at any moment, shatter his facade

This, my friends, is you and I