So genius, tell me where I associate
Please tell, am I the geek, the jock, or the freak?
Well, I now feel inured to disassociate
And so I say, the future looks bleak
To you, and to me
Gape at the veins that use to be
And ideally, do we understand what it is to be free?
Or is it the innocuous religion's plea
Take this timeline and redesign
Please get me out of this nostalgic life
I simply just feel so confined
And to this monotonous sutured life; I've become its' wife
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