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Every day i think the same thing, "What is happenin'?"

make a connection between a few of the synapsis and

stay tuned to see what comes after this

It's just another line of bullshit,

so i can feed the fire and watch the ashes drift, poof

this isn't magic bitch,

i got sucked up, unlike other slightly average kids,

I didn't ask for this,

I dont get why its me who's baggage is,

ten tons and rotten like the heads of cabbages, i only think of disadvantages,

when i sleep, im just avoiding mental damages

This isn't physical, but in my head you'll find the bandages

wrapped around my cranium, tied off by sudden randomness,

within your mind, there is no ceilings to limit your savageness

In this world I rule, if there was competition

I'd feed em to the wolves, 20 miles deep into the backwoods

"But Rabbit, its not true, this dream that you live in."

Fuck you, and your opinion,

I wear a crown,

and im here for the women

Sick of this and done with that,

i'm tired of all the constant proverbial attacks.

When will i ever feel that, i never have to look back?

Or listen to an idiot put another on blast from my throne in the back of the class

I was always taught to always play hard, and the emotions could come later,

but they're older than the last week's newspaper.

Confused and jumbled, mentally-ill impersonator,

those words are mine, but i swear he's an expert imitator,

If that was really me, i wouldn't spend my time as an educator teaching teens how to properly ride an escalator.

id burn down buildings and take a bat to every single spectator.

dont forget to remind me to bring my respirator.

Wait where was I? That's right, burning all of those goddamn allumi

scholars and nice guys, a girl with brown eyes, telling others how they should live their lives, when all is paid for by moms - dads - husbands- and wives, and they never stop to realize, the hate that they symbolized, doctors and lawyers and even the shitty school teachers who talks for 3 hours to a group of students on the bleachers.

Supposed what happens in my skull is not implanted,

And i watch flames engulf the whole planet,

Always remain calm, the only good seed that was planted,

Shell shock isn't real and the bullets always vanish,

brought back to life by the iceberg that sunk the titanic.

Was i trippin or just day dreaming of the possible future?

Everyone told you he was kind, turns out he's a women abuser

fucked the world and laughed with his friends about how he used her, while reminding the individuals, "its all under control"

Fuck that, i need visuals.

You're cruel, and greedy, and your words is superficial

id rather live in my head where i can be content with my evil.

I never hurt another person, or damage a life,

but that doesn't mean you cant scheme up a knife

stab the dude to your right and watch the blood fly.

Its only my imagination because

Its easier to live in my head full of violence,

where i can be calm, comfortable, and welcomed by the silence,

opposed to being stuffed full of what those fuckers call "math and science"