Well, why did words always go awry? 

Semantic satiation

Began by displaying fortitude in the face of adversity

But I already knew regret was stronger than gratitude 

It’s as though when you’re not on edge you’re taking up too much space 

So now we’re screaming because this used to be our playhouse 

Amusing patrons seen as brickbat and heavy memories 

And haunted memoirs of a self proclaimed pasha 

And you know I ain’t no Hercules 

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