[verse]
i should write a report
on why we change day to day
with hours and hours of research
and humans locked up in a cage
then tally the data
with the results inconclusive
damnit i ve been at this one for years
and still no answer
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put under a microscope
by my own free will
take my own blood samples
look for imbalanced chemicals
cat scan for holes in my brain
and pulse rate my heart
[verse 2]
but there is one last concern
it seems i may drive them away
friends and family always running from me these days
i ask myself, like any analysist would
"chris how do you always manage to fuck up
every last thing you have that is good"
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