We glued our own eyes open made ourselves watch fightclub
So we went out and got piercing and neck tattoos tops even subs
Got loans so we could buy gold jewellry for our privates
we jilted out on the street attempting to share ideas
We half danced half walked half baked funky out to annoy
convincing ourselves we were spiritual at the same time devoid
somehow enlightenened yet entitled to to our sickly ignorance
we clown we vandalize and goon into contemptuous trance
The older make death threats and the younger take time off their teats
off their screens to imitate our impulsive performances in the heat
of that New york August sweat glands and pierced nipples burning
Between the skyscraping eye inflating humid sun dial turning
we modeled Tyler Durden not noticing ourselves still in herd in monocrop
wearing their clothes and their overlord brands like thin plastic sugar drops
melting in the heat of august just to become solid and empty by september
Even our vernacular sounded inauthentic our vapes cute painted embers
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