in a make-believe sheath of no relief
(we’re addictionationing right here
in the jaws of our addictionationing)
auctioning echos are seditiously taunting
the papering walls of our hollowing souls
with enfolding potions surrendering notions
so what do you think we’re weaning
by desperately flaunt’n
lame duplicitous scheme’n
the tendering of cribs is rarely there
in this abortioning reality of dare
shifty eyes are just hustling glances
rustling cattle to a bogus some where
so what do you think we’re weaning
by desperately flaunt’n
our lame duplicitous scheme’n
the arms we’re pretending to beholding us
are just the same old beguiling synthesizings
drumming the cadence of our succumbing
so what do you think we’re weaning
by desperately flaunt’n
our lame duplicitous scheme’n
our mesmerizing pixellationings are only
clevering deceptionings of a vetted dispair
oozing out of the stench
of always want’n but being wanted nowhere
so what do you think we’re weaning
by desperately flaunt’n
our lame duplicitous scheme’n
so busily forever running’n’running
and always having no other plan
but our heads stuck here in this sand
just baiting our lines with more baiting
so what do you think we’re weaning
by desperately flaunt’n
our lame duplicitous scheme’n
rolling this long and scripted reality dice
run’n standing here leaning on run’n
get’n high on being audaciously numb
so exalting ourselves for being dumb
so what do you think we’re weaning
by desperately flaunt’n
our lame duplicitous scheme’n
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