Brain




But it's all the same,
I could have foreseen 
that you would act like you are.

Oh so cool you seem,
blending with that scene,
wearing what you think is hard.

I can see you struggling,
boy, don't hurt your brain
thinking what you're gonna say.

 'Cause everything's a game,
always trying to calculate,
trying to look smart but not too smart
to threaten anything they say.



Banks.




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