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Quietly Insane

Why can't I be one of those mentals?
Life is hard when you work it out
I'm an island my shore it is gentle
I've deserted without a doubt

Life is hard when you work it out
Torrid thoughts turn to elementals
I've deserted without a doubt
Ancestors axed with buried parentals

Torrid thoughts turn to elementals
In deep waters I thrash about
Ancestors axed with buried parentals
In spaces no one hears me shout

In deep waters I thrash about
I'm an island my shore it is gentle
In spaces no one hears me shout
Why can't I be one of those mentals?

I can't stand these strands and ligaments
That tether me to a past malignant
Mocking shadows of a glorious man
Less now than ever, less now than that

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