Find the fear in the impression
nothing's ever lost
true no indiscretion
true no secret cost
the metaphor's a holograph
the whole in every part
you said it looked like paranoia
I said boy don't make me start
in on the lost stuff
you think I don't know
I don't really have it rough
but even so I lost plenty
more to come
You better stop you better give me some
lost the revelation
still here but it's not flashing
anymore it's bargain basement
oh the value's always slashing
because it's minute to minute
and you can't slow down
and rolling through the punchline
is the root of my renown
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