Trash Generator

So many people I do not want to see

So many people don't want them standing next to

Me and my mind are crawling down the street

Severed my feet I severed

Seventy seven sevens in a line

Number of nothing something of a lie

Lie to myself when I start to feel heat

Right through my tooth while I'm literally

Grinding my teeth to the map of the beat

Flatten and flush when a quantized rush

I am the beast of the burden you seek

Trash generator

I'm not a bad guy

Feeling the grind of the infinite repeat

Switch it around so the loop's in between

What you can see and what everyone thinks

When you can feedback everything's neat

Is it dark enough

Am I dumb enough

Where's the darker stuff