How bold a phrase- the shrink has told
me that I'm crazy but I think I'm whole.
Felt the kiss of the devil's lips, pink and cold.
No tears. No woman's gonna drink my soul.
Again. So I pen insanity with my ink of gold
to bring your mind out of that stinking hole.
No more living like a snake or a peeking mole.
Chained by America but the links won't hold.
Skate through life with love 'cause the rink is cold.
If they are telling the truth, why do they blink in codes?!
Bold face in your face, they wink through polls.
Im at the end of my wits, they're on the brink of goals.
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