I feel the buzzards swarming
And this heat is getting to me
Clouds that swarm are an insignia of warning
And the crabs beckon to plea
Please save me from this facade
I don't know who to believe
Is everyone, in their own way, a fraud?
Perhaps nothing is what we perceive
How does one trust?
How does one believe?
Because, you, I think it's just lust
So, please garner your notions preconceived
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