Arbiter of shittily planned dilemmas
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you were born with only three faces
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shit down to the sub-atomic level
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to the last quark
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Martyrs mocking, lepers vomiting
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while everyone and their mother
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team up with toilet water
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Don't forget to tell your face
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swish swish gargle gargle
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This here bowl is half full of shit
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and this here shit shall set you free.
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Late For A Double Date With A Oile Of Atoms In The Water Closet
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The Locust |