This isn't Purple Haze
so put your lighters away.
Kiss the sky
some other time.
The world is a dog eat dog place
giving no one a piece of grace.
Everyone is too concerned about saving face.
Well shave your face
you look like garbage.
Your breath smells like it too
but that's because all you do
is talk trash.
Talk is cheap so don't expect cash.
But who am I to talk?
I'd rather walk.
Because I know I can
and you can't.
I've got no strings attached
so go do your dance little puppet man.
Fake.
All of you.
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