| Of pejorative outreach outliers
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| And transgenic operatives
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| Ascetic dandy send don’t care captions
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| No creation, no infinite regress
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| Nostalgia fists disposable outcomes
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| Churning desperation bliss
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| Hydeaus hertz of libido squawking
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| No creation, no infinite regress
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| Acyanoblepsia
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| Or is it only a phase?
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| How long will you stay impressed
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| By this precariat?
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| In the embrace of anodyne
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| Writer’s block we feel Orgone
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| Energy better
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| I want all your love to stay pure
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| I don’t want to make you insecure
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| If we put our ear to the ceiling
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| We can hear the government breathing
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| We can hear the dark matter breeding
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| (Making party, making party)
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| If we put our ear to the ceiling
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| We can hear the multiverse seeding
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| We can hear the simulation wheezing
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| Making party, making party
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| Lunging wrecks of forced abstraction
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| Crying for she who only ashtrays
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| Both hands on amphetamine solutions
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| Repetition, tension idée fixe
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| Making a sport of body pollution
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| Evening’s agenda stable TV
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| Computer fetus leaking of sadness
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| No creation, no infinite regress
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| In a fine mist of dune braid
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| Strangers go touch free on the plane
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| Starvation of what we can hear
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| The plateau phase of you being near
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| Always such an effort
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| Oh, shut up, I want to get to know you even better
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| Listen to your enemies parch
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| Swim to your hysterical arch
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| If we put our ear to the ceiling
|
| We can hear the government breathing
|
| We can hear the dark matter breeding
|
| (Making party, making party)
|
| If we put our ear to the ceiling
|
| We can hear the multiverse seeding
|
| We can hear the simulation wheezing
|
| Making party, making party
|
| If we put our ear to the ceiling
|
| We can hear the government breathing
|
| We can hear the dark matter breeding
|
| (Making party, making party)
|
| If we put our ear to the ceiling
|
| We can hear the multiverse seeding
|
| We can hear the simulation wheezing
|
| Making party, making party |