| Common heirs to a cancerous throne
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| See me picking the knowledge from deep in the bone
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| There is a lot to be lost and be learned
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| If one can flourish in medical waste bins
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| I met a brother and gave him a spine
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| Cracked from behind the asbestos and organs
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| Couldn’t we mutate together a sister
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| As well from all of these pulsating pieces?
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| Wallowing deeper and closer within
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| Creation of family induced by syringe
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| Labor intensive, we all got a push from
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| Teenage boredom and sweet prostitution
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| Trade you an eye for that five day old brain
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| Still a few signals that i might connect with that
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| Sister we talked about has finally spoken
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| Her teeth are all broken but we will all manage…
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| The taste of the surgical steel brings us back
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| Remind me to share my dilation scrapbook
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| Holiday suck sounds and we are ecstatic
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| Razors and pain give us blackened erections
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| Here comes the new kid won’t he be glad
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| To see he is fully developed unless he is eyeless
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| But shit like digestion and vision don’t matter
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| At the bottom of this sexy plastiscene casket
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| Suddenly we’re travelling and god is it cold
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| Tissues connect and then freeze from exposure
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| There must be a god 'cause i think i am smiling
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| But my facial tics have a way of confusing
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| (we are all free and pink and untethered
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| To mommy and all her spastic convulsions!)
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| We are all so special
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| With our sexy birth defects
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| Mommy would be proud
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| And hold us with her warm forceps
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| All of us god’s children
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| With our undeveloped limbs
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| Mommy we forgive you
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| And we are grateful for your sins
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| We are all so special
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| With our sexy birth defects
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| Mommy would be proud
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| And hold us with her warm forceps
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| All of us god’s children
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| With our undeveloped limbs
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| Mommy we forgive you
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| And we are grateful for your sins
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| Your sins
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| YOUR SINS!
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| YOUR… |