Well here I stand, spitting similes like fire
This King of Bile fancies himself a Master of Style
And the girls will swoon like they always do,
This game is no fun if you know the rules too well.

So I'll start trying, 'cause soon we'll be tired

So let's drink, and I think too much now
What comes down must go up again somehow
And in time we will all succumb to gravity
It's the attraction of things bigger than you

Well all I am, all the letters on these pages
And all I am, all the pictures on your screen
And all I speak, is pretentious, pathetic -
Still you've chosen to listen to me

So I'll keep trying, while the notes are dying

So let's drink, and I think, too much now
What comes around must goes around again, somehow

Here I stand, spitting similes like fire
Ripping pages from the poets you admire
For nothing beside remains, round the tweeting
Of the fleeting, paranoid, forgiving pointless lives we love to live anway!

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