Any moment now Are you sure this is what you want? Oh, spare me your spin, you tablet tabloid If you want to psychoanalyze someone, don’t look at me Look at them, it's so pathetic How they run to fetch their sticks Sure, call me polemic, unsympathetic At least I know other tricks Look at me and all you'll see is the debris of some defective outcast A frenetic, antithetic (if poetic) little iconoclast But I won't live in the past I almost won this game once, you know? But, history is rearranged just to credit those who win the glory So reality is changed in the edit when they spin the story And we choose to feel this pain And we lose more than we gain But I will break this cycle of mistakes, unlike all Of these snakes whom I call to condemn If I can't win the prize, I'll play this last reprisal Just to bring their lies all to an end Ack! You need regeneration Unfortunately, I don't have much faith in that process Of course not Why of course not? You believe yourself to be incapable of starting over in more ways than one I do not know who you lost, but is it not possible to get them back? 'Clear the slate, start again' Are you hearing how preposterous that sounds? How do you not comprehend that for someone with my monstrous background The whole slate has fallen apart (Taco that is not true, there are other ways to) It's too late (It's not too late) For me to restart But it's not I, it's they (Let us talk about it when your) Who deign to play this game, so (Head is not so clouded. You're no) Cruel and inhumane, base and uncouth (Menace, Taco, how did they hurt you?) (Please think this through) I think they're too afraid to (Feeling double-crossed is part of) Bear the bed they've made (Dealing with a loss, yes, but the) Can't bring themselves to face the awful truth (Healing is a process, that's the truth) So I'm turning up the heat to 'sauté', I've a beef to get grilled But I fully guarantee that today all the beans that get spilled Won't be mine, no I'm fine Shh! Now it's time
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