| This autistic Imperium
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| With paint and spick and span
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| Is Nihil Reich
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| Whilst wine calls meat
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| My friend at teatime
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| Wonders at the weight
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| Of the armies that wait
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| For Golden Caesar
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| Have face of Beast
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| With lips of long love wasted
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| In Trojan seas
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| I called God on the phone
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| Just yesterday and spoke to Breathface
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| He told me death arises for Bloodface
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| Doctor without possibilities of crime
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| (Let's call that «pixie time»)
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| To make light of the shouting in my head
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| I want to have lunch with the Umbrella Ladies
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| I want to make love with the Umbrella Ladies
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| Who inhabit the stealing time
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| I got this from the night-owl singing
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| «Policeman, policeman, is there anyone there?»
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| If the Great Turk eats Empire
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| Well is that countdown?
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| Or just Twinkletoes eating his face?
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| Whilst the wicked incense batters the church
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| Outside the church
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| Outside the church walls
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| Bloodface waits
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| He is twisting time
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| And selling sweets to sweethearts
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| Who have painted mountains for money
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| They sell their bodies to the Ice Cream Queens
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| Autistic Imperium
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| You have arisen as a way of cutting the Centre
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| Out of this world
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| Christ made a dance
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| Which turned into a trance
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| A thousand pick-axes are stored in Babylon
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| Destroyer? |
| Nihil Reich?
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| Empty as the face
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| I saw when I awake with eyes as big as bugs
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| God made a nothing of nothing
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| He called the swans to roost in the ruins
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| Of fast-food lakes
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| And I say like Lazarus I arise in time
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| For tea and toast and judgement
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| And all that stuff that rests in the land of Jack and Jill |