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
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 Trash generator
 I'm not a bad guy
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 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
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 Am i dumb enough
 Where's the darker stuff