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zotiyac - 1pm tomorrow? lyrics

oxymoronic therapy mandatory repose of the mental foundation
slowed in a language for 2 years old
relaxation impossible with a setup so tactical telling me to be open and closing the door right after you

i think what i think, don’t matter especially after this interaction i’m sent to have and they claim a lack of compassion

post evaluation it was found that i was fit to seek the treatment
they insisted i resisted for no reason

yeah, ask me about a problem
talk to me like i’m hollow
i could do this all day, sh+t, just talk to me til’ tomorrow
if only ed gein was here, he could lend me a mask to borrow
appear in a lifejacket to watch you drown in your sorrrow
iris stabber with a glass, i’m collecting until the jar full
trying me a marathon on a million concealed marbles
pull and reveal the +rs+nal arteries equal particles picked apart til you partial, wrap the parts in a parcel

apparently the evidence shown is a preface to the point
that stress is procreated, my favorite crutch is a little joint, but i could benefit even more from being a android with a string to pull
and slit in the back for the mass to slip in coins

you get it all one day, you’re a delicate human specimen
still you’re a novice mentally
yet to begin progression
hours pass along we have yet to begin the session
sit and listen and no speaking unless it’s to answer questions

this may feel like a punishment, really this is a lesson
you can tell me everything, we’ll pretend that you never said it
doctor patient confidentiality has set in, but you share at your discretion, just try not to get arrested

headsp+ce overcrowded
neurotek advanced lapscan 4000
imagine yourself playing the piano in the mountains
keep your hands and feet apart and concentrate the pain to feel it more
that way we’re sure we get some good results
walkin contradiction like a pacifist neo activist
yelling stop the violence, the act preformed is inadequate
enter the lair of expertise
a bag of bones i’m draggin’ like a f+ckin’ psychological horror anime protagonist

haphazardly haggard and self hazardous
insatiable ate rappers and still ravenous
walkin’ contradiction like the pastor with a pack of bricks or most the sh+t that finds the way out the lips of the baddest b+tch

maybe that’s the issue, it’s how i been lookin’ at the sh+t
i can’t thank you enough for reminded me all the bad in it
i do believe there’s some things in this life that we don’t have to get
but i just finished moving past it, thank you for unpacking it

no, no really, actually i’m starting to get the grasp of it
so when i make mistakes i just tell myself it’s an accident
detaching my intent from the action and pleading abstinence
the absence of the evidence isn’t evidence absent is it?

- zotiyac lyrics

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