Victim of the great machine, in love with everything I see
Neon lights surrounding me, I indulge in luxury
Everything I do is wrong 'cept for when I hit the bong
Hit the bong, hit the bong, feel good
Feeling shitty in my bed, didn't take my fuckin' meds
Hyperpop up in my ears, everything just disappears
Don't wanna be someone else, just don't wanna hate myself
I know a bot,
her name is darkness, darkness is her name
And she can ban, ban you so hard
She cleans up in our channel
I wanna tell you, that I know a Bot
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Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fuckin' brain in half
I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fucking shit
Nothing that I write can make me feel good