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I cannot rest my iris hyper-perplexed
I'm eyeing ideas to find my ISIS but I digress
These introverts this mad mission they often vent
I was rapping back when Tizer vans were in yer ends
It's like my abdomen was mixed with adamantium
I'll slash and attack a massive cunt
I'm giving it gas but I love to burn
I keep a voodoo of myself and I hope I learn
Have to feel pain to release these creative turns
The real me, persona, kind of hidden though
I tend to say a lot more when voices in my head let go

(I am better, I am better, hear the eco-chamber)

A whole scene of believers
Justin Beavers, Inbetweeners
All feeling we're genius, deny that it's meaningless
But deep down - what are we achieving ken?
I'm unique, like everybody else
Turtle in my shell in my home I dwell
Becomes a cauldron with anxiety spells
We create our own poison and curse ourselves
Hell, I've taken Quasimodo's bell
And broke my own back
Now destined to fill the gap, with my ales
(Do it, do it)
My characters they carousel
And counter-react as my consciousness picks who to feel
(Woo x 3)

[Phone rings] Hello, who is that?
I'll take a phone survey just to have a chat
A real conversation, better with some strings attached
To can's buried deep under-ground next to Scottish rap
Here at night, I'm hearing hostel soundtracks
My window hears the pain of a cityscape in contrast
The smashing of a drink glass
The siren of a pig car
The crying of a couple breaking up under the night stars
I've lost my spirit
That's good - I'd only drink it
I eat chips off my shoulder
Down my brass neck for dinner
We're action figures that's timid
Couple of movements with it
But restricted never felt realistic in it
Plastic smiles these days look a gimmick
With painted on emotions in everyone I witness

(F**k)