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Bottom Feeder lyrics
Long walks with my temper take me down a dead end street in contemplation;
where do we start at the end?
Before i could collect myself,
I m vacuumed n by a figure s armspread with fiery gasps of iron air,
cornered in my circle of friends.
Won t he speak to you?
Emptied on the floor were the shells of my defenses,
placing his own bullets of condescendence.
Those people shafted me of my social weaponry.
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