Held by Torture Castle

Who can breath in this thing, because I’ll pass. It’s a goddamn rubber mask.
I can’t remember how I got in this,
but I hope you can forget the past.
And I didn’t want to fuck with any of this.
My identities defined as a piece of shit.
And I didn’t want to fuck with any of this.
And I didn’t want to fuck with any of this.
He’s gonna come down there and turn that place into a goddamn hotdog stand. All wrapped up in a hand-me down sweater and a list of demands.
And I didn’t want to fuck with any of this.
My identities defined as a piece of shit.
Got enough guilt that I cart around,
shouting bullshit in a room with no crowd. worshiping my god at the foot of the pubis mound.
Inherited clout in a one horse town.
And I didn’t want to fuck with any of this.
And I didn’t want to fuck with any of this.

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