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Lletres: Barstool Prophets. Upsidedown.

Your search for truth was all in vain
A rude cerebral hurricane
All you know is all you knew
Has been turned around upside down

Experimenting with your mind
Will only leave you flaccid, fragmented inside
And the things you think are so profound
Are upside down, upside down

Youth is squandered climbing trees
And scraping skin off of our knees
But the one thing we learn from falling down
Is that it's no disgrace
So won't you turn that frown upside down?