I’m primed to vomit love again
To sweat the sickness from my skin
I’ve spent the time like carding wool
To straighten out my twisted soul
My feet are weary and outlook bleak
The nervous prize I’m asked to seek
You showed me clear that I’m the fool
I call it truth, you can’t be cruel
A juggling match and a jesters show
They all laugh at me I know
One plus one is never two
I eat the lies you declare as true
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