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I don't like the Bushido Hugs
There's shit within shit in those lies
When someone approaches your heartstrings and tugs
It's like throwing up sand in your eyes

I'm not here to judge you for how you live life
I'm always around to say no
I'm poor as a pauper but living alright
My dad's got some stuff to let go

He's lucky enough to have built up a dream
The one with a strong group of friends
He does gain some things from each time they leave
His life can move on when theirs ends

Inherit the things you don't want in your way
Sell them and buy a darn boat
A useless white whale that replaces your day
The other dumb orca was smote

When I wish for nothing and beg you to leave
Your pins in my chest they still prick
With the constant of begging you seeth and you heave
Your willingness should make you sick

So trust not these fanciful broken decays
That have found their ways into our lives
As the objects are lies and they're not of my ways
Since I am happy and humble alive

I am not a smart man, nor that well endowed
With the gifts of a material world
I know in my heart to stand out from a crowd
When the solar sails fully unfurled

It surely will take some time working this out
To be something more than what's forced
There's always a struggle and always a pout
From the same misdirectional source