It's All In Your Head.
Junk of waste, spill over to the next,
Incoherent vibes, nothing is connecting,
Bland and dull, lyrics without form,
The words are stale, no rhymes or flow,
None will accept it, none will receive it,
The fears you entertain, are all in your head.
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