| Grip the yarn crude knit the cadmium
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| Into a tiger shirt
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| Spliced a disguise covered my hide
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| As a pacifist passionate jerk
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| W/ all the disease in the world today
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| Its better to fuck ten years from now
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| I’m up for solitary confinement
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| Can’t seem to deny it
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| Numbers on the wall
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| Count them off, count them off
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| Number on the wall
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| Fire!
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| Tentacle burst rib disperse
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| Into the ashy grave above
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| Dead star turned to weapon last night
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| Ate light and love
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| Gongs in the passing stage
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| Limbo laughed at the soul unsaved
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| Head still ringing all wrong feeling
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| Must have left to soon for the building
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| Of doom and death and demise
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| Helicopter life stopper call the doctor
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| There’s a chance he might bleed air if she pauses
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| Moses part flocks of vultures
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| Jonathan seagull heartbeat composure
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| Native apparently screaming insanity
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| Lavaless bursts of noise whole family
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| Native apparently screaming insanity
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| Lavaless bursts of noise whole family
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| Numbers on the wall
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| Count them off, count them off
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| Number on the wall
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| Fire!
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| Nasty gashes great white cartilage
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| Ex-hope floats facedown in garbage bins
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| I want to swallow an ocean
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| Walk through a major city and puncture
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| Like faucets in god’s house
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| Purge the illusion of getting out without
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| Body harm monsoon coming
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| Children scream triggering panic and religion
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| One hand reach high followed by another which multiplies
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| Billions of limbs resembling cilia
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| Earth is a nostril sniffing affiliates whole
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| Oinks under streetlight suffer the karma flies
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| Spread spread nothing but a fucking lie
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| Possessed Indian giver bleed curses
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| Chief of matter separate with a blunt axe
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| Elysium trees and fantasy bees
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| Sting sting sting sting
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| I walk away unscathed I do what I love to do
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| Crashing you waving symbol of obedience
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| Numbers on the wall
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| Count them off, count them off
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| Number on the wall
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| Fire! |