Every morning I wake up
Get in the shower
Wash my hair
Brush my teeth
Go downstairs
Pour myself a bowl of cornflakes
Make a cup of tea
Then I place my soul on a rack
And proceed to beat it
With my bleeding heart
Throughout the day
'Til the dread of sleep and dreams
Dreams that dangle
Hope of happiness
In my face
Like a carrot on a stick
Before kicking me in the b****cks
Then I wake up
It's a mundanely viscious f***ing cycle.
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