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Off balanced scale of a Libra
Add another boxcar to my train of thoughts
I'm lost in a poets holocaust
With the grammar nazis always infringing on my freedom of speech
Thinking what I say and what I mean are the same thing
Of course it didn't make sense
Artists are in the business of defying physics
Divided myself by zero and found the fraction of madness Aristotle suggests accompanies genius
How high does my I.Q. have to be to test positive for crazy?
It's the ordinary that need therapy
They're vision impaired with arrogant stares
But we find fresh air in gas chambers
Inhale the vapors and emerge more alive than ever
I'm lost in a poets holocaust
With the grammar nazis always infringing on my freedom of speech
Thinking what I say and what I mean are the same thing
Of course it didn't make sense
Artists are in the business of defying physics
Divided myself by zero and found the fraction of madness Aristotle suggests accompanies genius
How high does my I.Q. have to be to test positive for crazy?
It's the ordinary that need therapy
They're vision impaired with arrogant stares
But we find fresh air in gas chambers
Inhale the vapors and emerge more alive than ever
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