I’m not feeling guilty,
But I still feel like god.
And it is interesting how things turn out.
You never know though.
It's your fault how things turned out.
I don’t know if my relationship,
With this life is what I never knew.
Underneath the skin are your eyes.
Tuning up that moaning feeling.
Suppress me traitor, give in traitor.
I also wish to speak freely.
Traitor, belligerent fuck.
You self-indulgent plague
I’m not feeling guilty.
But you slide along and along.
And still I feel like god.
Cuz what you want,
And what you need.
Don't mean a shit to me.

 
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