| Now that this séance of mimics’s well on the way
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| Them purdy girls hellbent to play
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| A game of keeping hell at bay
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| But at a prize never worth the pay
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| Well the monkey see and monkey do
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| Posing, sobbing martyrs tossing stool
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| Inhaling all this potent fuel
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| Still the essence’s lost in seductive rule
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| It Came from the Brain!
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| It spawned but wouldn’t slay, both deaf and dumb
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| Why they came in the first place it just couldn’t say
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| It Came from the Brain!
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| And so the sickling rides this train of thought
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| Derived derailed and cheaply bought
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| And while them tits ‘n' ass still rue the day
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| There’s still a price I refuse to pay
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| See this slaughter of all is nothing more
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| Then but an insult born and delivered whole
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| To the likes of me and you living for
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| This fire scoldering the burning soul
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| It Came from the Brain!
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| It spawned but wouldn’t slay
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| Another whim born, born From the boredom of a brain!
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| It Came from the Brain!
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| There below, there in the afterglow
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| There’s a horned little fella left in the cold
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| With a mind bent to defile the blind
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| Now get a sweater and crawl back here
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| Between the spinal cortex and some of the thoughts today
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| He’s the benevolent worm thinking words on which I prey
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| It came from the brain!
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| Never mind learning the tools of trade
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| From head to toe in black leather today
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| But with the skin to show to prove you’re not effeminate in any way
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| War painted succubus seductive and horrific tart
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| Infesting invocating hate within the realms of unrelenting art |