Fucked In (it 2.0.0)

Influx, legality, strength, scissors, algorithm, splitting,
stick it back together
Cause it’s reap, reduction,
feeling kind of fucked in my own mind
Trying not design kit

like silence in the night sky
she calls to me from time before us
I’m falling on her wings of heroin

a word is only worth it’s place
awaiting consequences
while feelings lie beneath a world of snow

Butterfly suck the world in, and lie.

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