| My earthly womb in your monolith:
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| You’ve got it sewn, bunching at my hips.
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| I ventured to your city, to meet you at your throne.
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| I’m stuck inside your vestibule with no way to atone.
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| I gnashed my vexing jowl at the suffragette crown.
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| The temple steps above my cringe.
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| The temple steps beneath my scowl.
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| And what’s the use of pleading thirst?
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| I see you drinking from my cup.
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| You’re not the flesh I was after, so I try scraping off the blight.
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| Can’t get no passage to my terminus when I’m dying every night.
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| So don’t perspire with excitement.
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| In fact, don’t perspire at all.
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| The jewel of my retribution makes empires rise and fall.
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| How could you defy these precious little ones?
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| The very ones that show you love.
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| I know you’ve got that filament, so how could you defy these precious little
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| ones?
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| Somethings got a hold on me.
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| About to breach the seal.
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| You’re not the flesh I was after, so I try scraping off the blight.
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| Can’t get no passage to my terminus when I’m dying every night.
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| So don’t perspire with excitement.
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| In fact, don’t perspire at all.
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| If the drones become enlightened, you’ll have such a noble swarm… |