It's not that i'm filled with doubt
But there's stuff that weirds me out
Just a bit still
People ask me all the time
"Do you really think it's right?"
But i can't say no
Let's go to the echo room
Don't say what i can't consume
I won't feed this thing to bloom
Talking, talking what's the use?
I'm just so hard to amuse
You're wasting your breath
As i am wasting mine
But your neglect is so refined
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