I think I’ll blaze all day and marvel at the mass of food I eat
It’s strange; I’m skinny when I’m standing, but I’m Buddha when I sit
And if I’m truly so enlightened why’d I waste your time on it?
As I look back at countless crossroads and the middle where I stay
Right up the beaten path to boredom where the fakest fucks get laid
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