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Placebo ECT          

 
When is a brain fucked?
Before the process?
After the process?
I don't even know if you
Did fuck around with my brain.
You could have been fucking me around.
Playing fucking mind games.
 
Who is the victim?
Who is being destroyed? How?
Does knowledge increase power
Or fuck you up more?
I'm fucked if I know.
 
Why all the fucking questions?
Fuck knows why you want
To know the truth anyway.
You will always have doubt in your mind.
You will always have ringing in your ears.
Close your eyes.
And don't believe in fucking anything.
 
 

 

 

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