Snap back.

The cycle keeps me in this loop of meaningless repetition. years of getting up with a smile on my face full of teeth I would rather sink into some flesh.

Yeah, yeah, I heard you for the seventh time today now fuck off. Why do I even speak to this garden gnome?


Open the doors to meet the public that could care less about each other. A eye full of artificial lights that supply me with no warmth.

On lockdown before the lockdown with my head filled with a need to break out of this hell.

Talking heads with no brains screaming in my ear for hours on end. I swear I'll quite you ass hats sooner rather than later. I try to stay calm and harmless to not cause friction but that's only going to work for so long.

A normal life is already far from my reach so I might as well flip the switch completely. Fuck it, I'll go off the grid and die just to save face.

Knock on wood I stay docile before I snap back and begin knocking teeth from mouths.




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