Dopamine smiles are so fake
Like beautiful skylines ruined by ulcers
Skyscraper is just another word for eyesore
A cannon would be really nice right now
This ignorant building blocks my view
The sun is what I long for, the sun is true
And though it may burn my eyes to look upon it
I’m more than willing to never see again
All I’ve seen up to this point
Is enough to remind me that I hate my eyes
Why can’t they deceive me, so I can pretend the world is otherwise
Then this shady shifty world full of killers
I’ll stumble blindly, stupidly into the knives
Maybe there will be one more chance to bring this to an end
Do they even make bombs that big anymore?

 
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