This machine starts automatically
So don\'t be dramatic when I sporadically come up with words like it was magic.
It\'s sad to think that my brain could be so fucking tragic without anything having to happen
Now that what I call magic.
It\'s so fantastic when my mind becomes so graphic from the spastic havoc. I feel like elastic.
Pull me back, I snap.
I\'m a sad sap backslapped into a reality of fallacies undoubtedly created by the machine deemed my mentality