| And a beef will rise again
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| Broken machine in his hand
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| Ten words: snapping, bunnies, twitching, gurgling
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| Forget the bombs in your eyes
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| Roaring with whispers to the tiny bunnies
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| Smash those fucking bunnies
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| Roaring with whispers to the tiny bunnies
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| Splat those fucking bunnies
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| Send information in a sensationalist manner
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| They corrupt
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| Heads snapping and misspelling, eyes twitching in response
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| To the sound of the words
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| Red world-like words zooming boiling
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| Moons in the shallow sky
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| Roaring with whispers to the tiny bunnies
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| Smash those fucking bunnies
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| Roaring with whispers to the tiny bunnies
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| Splat those fucking bunnies
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| Bleeding bunnies screaming
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| Bring the hammer down
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| Bleeding bunnies twitching
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| Bloody bunnies smeared across the ground
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| Drool spilling down my chin unto my beard
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| Screams red words at
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| A blank and pointless sky of mothers
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| Red words popping, crackling black
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| Ten words: snapping, bunnies, twitching, gurgling
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| Forget the bombs in your eyes
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| Forget the bombs in your eyes
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| Speak the words to crack open the sky |