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I went from grandiose desires to demanding hope from liars

You can feel the heat when you standing close to fire

You can feel the highest but you can't emote the triumph

Now your pain is multiplying and your brain is fortifying

All the sanity left, fantasy swept, like a rug from under you

Now reality is all that troubles you

What you do you mean

To this table, what do you bring

Besides a smile and a comfortable gleam

Its not praise til' it comes from a king

Sew what you come to redeem

Wishful thinking and a couple of dreams

Cried rivers and a cup full of streams

The puppet master cutting his strings

Of those he used to Pinocchio

Moving to Tokyo with a copious cream

Where common folk will never intervene

My arms reach is more than Genovese, centipedes

Center me in Tel Aviv with a couple Gal Gadots

Tongue down her throat, come out the boat

Come mount the goat

And ride it like a surfboard

Super soaker excited to burst more