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Quite enjoyed writing this song. Took a decent amount of time to finish it. -Sociopath- Wheelbarrows in Space filled with only gold mines A pocket in the sky Perhaps a perfect planet Perhaps a perfect planet Left with no space I climbed down my elevator They did an autopsy on me found out who I was supposed to be A sociopath A sociopath Perfect of the morning I Erase the morning Vestigial morning I Renew the panic Pull me apart I Pull me apart Or stitch me back I Or stitch me back together again I together again Into a sociopath A sociopath Coat my stomach with lead to feed the visions of disaster Become an avalanche sent to obliterate My sociopath My sociopath
