As a child i was sent to school
dressed as a can of beer
Not knowing i'd be breaking a rule
"No child, you DON'T wear that here"
It was an excellent can, painted by hand
Craftsmanship through and through
And somehow i find, as the years unwind
i'm still in that can no matter what i do
I repulse people i try to love
Doing the wrong thing, saying the wrong word
Thinking too deep, feeling too much
Fuck the games, they're absurd
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