[S M O O T H B R A I N E R S]

The way your eyes stare into nothing
And you sit without any movement
It makes me want to burn your house down
Or at least stomp on the flowers in your garden

No emotions in your brain
Keep staring, mouth wide open
I’d tape it shut so you’d never make a sound again
Or maybe just ask you to speak a little more silent

Like a blob of dough
Your brain’s so smooth
And if I’d tell you
You’d probably take it as a compliment
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