| Monsters are stalking
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| With liquid depravity…
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| Seeping through cracks
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| They are flashing their cavities…
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| Spitting out crumbs
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| As they numb me with pungent profanity…
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| Sing to me
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| Sing of your cauldron of woe
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| So explicit…
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| You lick, then you blow
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| See a target…
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| So was it my body?
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| Or is it my mind?
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| A cackling crow
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| At a wake for a dead friend…
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| A loose end
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| A U-bend
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| A space to be filled
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| For the silence is damning
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| And here in my seat…
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| With my fingertips dancing
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| I’m trying to sleep…
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| Through the bleeping
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| The bleating of suffering sheep…
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| Tap a key
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| Tell the world that the world loves a Cola
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| A key
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| Play a tune in a Singapore street…
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| And they pile into bus stops
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| Swerve into ravines
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| Call a doctor, I’ve split at the seams…
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| At the seams…
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| At the seams…
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| Call a doctor, I’ve split at the seams…
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| At the seams…
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| Do it now! |