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Texty: No One. Hype.

Within your mind a self-dignifying
vision of life that's now compromising me

There's something that is not seen
your severing the esteem
tore apart the seams

don't come fuckin' with me
fuck the hype you feed
leave the altitude
with the multitude
hype is all you need
to plant the poison seed
keen and wicked tool
lures the mindless fool


Devote your mind
to self utilizing
when all the while
you're chasing a hopeless dream

There's something that you cannot feel
oblivious to what's real
soon your life will yeild




No One