I'm just a Fillipino, who let the devil into his mind,

I have an identity, outside all this poetry,

I'm just a nerdy, Asian guy,

But I'm also the devil's Xbox controller,

When he takes over, he offers so much power,

Artists around the world, get deluded, by the idea,

That they are their work, that they're as great,

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As their father, who wrote all their shit,

So many, demons in hell, confuse themselves, with the devil,

But we’re just dirt in the sand, replaceable, by any Tom, Dick, and Harry,

If you’re head, was really up your ass,

God, would kick your ass, and he’d use a child to do it,

See you coming, from a mile away, ruin your life, with a single mistake,

I’m just a normal guy, following a red balloon,

Willing to do anything, for that brunette with glasses,

That gross, disgusting, nurse bitch,

Everyone, has their place on the hierarchy,

A supervisor, to look over their work,

A temptation, to get them to jump,

A reason, for every little thing,

Like gears, in the machine,

Ticking, clicking, I have to go to sleep,

I have work tomorrow, join the war,

Discover myself, an engineer, an agent,

A ticking time bomb, a hidden hand,

What does my father have planned,

I’m just a tool, who wants to do his job,

Do I have to go to Afghanistan?