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Insane

No self-control of the brain

Rationality is chained

Voices in my head

Telling me to not fret

Saying they now lead the way

Did you say cereal?

Cereal killer?

Oh, serial killer

Sounds like a thriller

It’s okay

I just want to play

No need to be shy

Do you like my shiny knife?

It definitely likes you

It will be in you soon

I’m no loon

Just a shy boy

Who dances of joy

When he sees all the blood

A red flash flood

On wooden floors

My mentors are now quiet

No more riot

But now I want more...

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