Education, stimulation, all the same to me
Go ahead, poke my eyes out
I’ll still be able to see
Who are you to criticise
And f**k around with me
I was issued, not born
My darkest soul flies free.
Anger, anger, who said anger
I am so f**king mad
For you information
You have just been had
Cast your judgement at me
I think it’s rather sad
You do not know me
But concluded, I am bad?
If I am so dumb, then why possess a brain
If I was not been analysed
Would I claim to be insane
Time to realise life’s no game
Ask me, beg me to confess my number,
NO my name!
Then go ahead, judge me
You silly little prick
I may be a simpleton
But your so f**king thick
And to be quiet honest
I think you’re rather sick
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