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I'm not like you... I rather not mold myself into conformity.
I fell on my head and broke my brain
Came in the world a** backwards
That still doesn't mean that my opinion doesn't count
Or hold a solidity of truth
I'm not like you... I rather not have children
That grow up more corrupt than I!
Deep within the damp trenches of this world
I think that I am an dead angel about to resurrect
The people of this Earth are more of the same
Only I who is different will truly flourish in this land...