Deconstruction
Get At 'Em
Not a whole lot, not a whole lot changesI'm too many heartbeats a minuteMy bed is sheet-twisted and I'm sleeplessMy brain is baffled, boggled, and battle-fatiguedI'm my career, I'm radio static, I am my income, traffic, the car I driveI'm panic and I need TV for my dreamsSeventh eleven seventh heavenI'm green I want I need I want I need convenienceI am addicted I am six digitsAmbitions bloating I'm busy noisyInfidelities to the dream I had of who I might toI'm caffeinated and incorporatedCog in the wheel of machineryNaked aggressive, nightly newish, and stress relatedI'm crack cocaine and cholesterolI play hard ball, I mean business and I've got a hard on for hateWhat is a god and whose is this countryWhen it's only chity me and mineI see my life flash before me when I try to sleepI am a productNot a whole lot, not a whole lot changesI can I...can...I...can
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