I start a revolution
In my seat
I swivel in the chairs
And run up the stairs
And eat all the files
I refuse to keep
There's no secret language
No disorder to diagnose
I'm simply devastated
So I start climbing the roof
50 degrees torturing my mind
Inciting my brain
To inflict pain
To anyone who's nodding his head
Nothing to worry about
I'm not worried
I'm easy and I'm leaving
Goodbye!
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