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Conceit

It fills my veins like a drug
Struggling to control the impulse
My weakest moments on public display
Reminding me this illness doesn't even exist
A manifestation of petty selfishness
The staggering, stilted feelings of a fool

Halt the presses
Breaking news
Eat it up
Every lie based on truth
Break it down
Regurgitate
Fill the world with your abomination

Coursing around, the high fades
Withdrawal is a brutal scream
Reality with its cold spotlight
Opens up the unhealed wound
But remember now this doesn't exist
A spineless soul full of emptiness

Halt the presses
Breaking news
Eat it up
Every lie based on truth
Break it down
Regurgitate
Fill the world with your abomination

It won't sink in anymore
Deafened out by defiant roars

Intent on turning all to mud
The broken tap that drips no more
Written by TheQuietOne
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