nothing comes first

Got your hand stuck in the vending machine because you wont let go When I come at you with a hacksaw you say OH GOD NO It's for your own good Would you like to scream about your hand or the fire? I can clearly see your answer is no And I'm the bad guy here? ...If I get the wrong hand? Quantum truth bends to desire The carrot is the horse leading itself to water Actual truth is a quantum mirage Do you want to drink it? It does not quench what you think is thirst Remember, nothing comes first 

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