Correction Lyrics Privately Owned Spiral Galaxy by Crywank

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Thought cycle gusty a mind filled with hot air
Must I care for nothing more than myself?
Do I dare admit the fraught thoughts cavorting, resorting in inner-directed mourning, for the part of me that was selfless but left without a warning
Well that’s what I said, but maybe it’s the fact that I detest, this obsession with myself that leaves a mess inside my head
Oh sh*t, I’m doing it again, repelling any potential friend, revealing my innate ability to never fully comprehend, anything bigger than myself, but in the end I still pretend
Condescend anyone polite enough to choose to misspend their time watching me achieve, my secret social mission;
To drain people with my boring stories and opinions
To see the bigger picture; takes intelligence and wisdom
But I won’t see nothing with just myself in my vision

I go outside, a blitz of faces unwilling to confess to any empathy, endlessly, incessantly declining any pleasantries
Heavily breathing, I'm socially teething, I’m open like a vivisection
Intense tendency to dwell, seething over missed connections. Infected by my perception that I’m a non-ent**y
Project my insecurity until intensity is weaponry
Grieving a heavenly fiction I perceived while I was dreaming. Awake!
Freezing, wheezing, fundamentally I’m still believing that
This is an elegy for concepts I conceived in deep sleep
And I helplessly watch them fade as I awake--I try and keep them alive
Incomparable with life but eventually they die
And the brain I used to cultivate reveals my lovers were a lie

But when inside my mind I find a way to replicate reality
Through lucid dreaming I decimate limitations of actuality. Capacity's practically eternal, mortality's external
No God, but I investigate the blasphemous worship of the nocturnal
Internally existing without morality creates profanities without the travesty, and compared to the apathy of realness, I reveal my own insanity
The majesty of fantasy protects me from tragedy
Normalities affect trajectory your agony of rationality, which thankfully penetrates with no avail to my unreality
It's an elaborately designed, privately owned spiral galaxy
Financially I’m failing, naturally I'm decaying
Soon I’ll have no safe space to sleep if these bills still need paying
Displaying cravings with open eyes for something mind-expanding
For when I drift away I see the totality of understanding
[Interlude]

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