Bounce bobble head bounce
Run as fast as you can
Escape before we must renounce
Buck up and become a man
Or fester like the disease that you are
Feed me more, your are my drug
I let you, the beast, in to maim and scar
Like a pseudo postmodern thug
Reality will soon catch up to you
I see through your melange of defects
I sat as you regurgitated on me with your spew
I'm no longer one of your talismans that lacks your respect
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