| It is weeping, it it it moves inside
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| And you think that I destroy your mind’s grain
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| It laughing, it it is gonna be mad
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| It bites and licks your veins.
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| So join and burn in a pleasure flame.
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| It is a drug in your blood,
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| The rays of black light streaming from your mouth and eyes,
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| It is a lash leaving scars.
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| It licks the lips like a lover’s tongue
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| I want a virus… I want a virus…
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| A Dead child inside beats and pulses like a second heart
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| Broken by light, tightens wounds, liberate your dark side.
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| It is scratching, it it can think by your thoughts
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| And you are ready to start,
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| To start, start this last show!
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| Down, down! |
| It pulses like a second heart.
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| Down, down! |
| It waits for a command: «Start!»
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| Go! |
| It opens the mouth and lets the feelers out!
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| Now make yourself comfortable and spread your legs — Show begins!
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| Enjoy yourself! |