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Hideous
Time ticks on
Like Dali's "The Passage of Time"
I hate rhythm, I hate rhyme
Like ulcers burn, a crematorium inside
My little ashes.
My colleagues are indifferent
Most won't look my way
The worst ones won't
Give me the time of day.
He doesn't speak
Only speaks Chinese
He's cruel as Hell
My agony is not for Show & Tell.
Bored to tears.
Isolated, left the fuck out
Who are these people?
Have they seen the results
Of the monsters they are?
Just because we're in the city
Doesn't mean you can act shitty
Look in the mirror and see
Blame the city, you still look hideously
