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NEXT TIME AROUND
Critically disdainfully you look me up and down
The malice bores it’s way right to my heart
The feeling seems to stick it plagues me to this very day
The memory of it that sinking feeling in my gut
You ridicule you sabotage all trace of creativity
My left in no way could be better than my right
There is no future in such things as art and music scientifically
Such frivolity a senseless waste of time
Like Mr. Spock you cling to logic
Yeah you blow it out your arse
It sickens me to think about the way things might have been
You think you got me think you got me cornered in a hole
You kick me hardest when you think you think I’m down
Your greatest weakness oozes from the phrasing of your mail
I can’t transcend so I’ll just put this shit on hold
You can’t escape there’s no escape
I’ll get you next time around
If I believed in revenge it would be sweet
Next time next time around
You can’t escape there’s no escape
I’ll get you next time around
If I believed in revenge it would be sweet
Next time around
You can’t escape
There’s no escape
I’ll get you next time around
No escape no escape
Next time around
You think you got me think you got me cornered in a hole
You kick me hardest when you think you think I’m down
Your greatest weakness oozes from the phrasing of your mail
I can’t transcend so I’ll just put this shit on hold
You can’t escape there’s no escape
I’ll get you next time around
If I believed in revenge it would be sweet
Next time around
You can’t escape no escape
I’ll get you next time around
No escape no escape
Next time around
You’ll get your just desserts next time around
Next time around
The hatchet gleaming the blade once more unveiled
I’ll do a better job
Next time around
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