What a skeletal wreck of man this is,
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Translucent flesh and feeble bones, the kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tomes.
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Running rampant with free thought to free form in the free and clear.
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And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundry mat, to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now.
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We all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending, and laws and systems and stems are ripped from the branches of office...Do you know what your post entails? Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?
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Wind down inside your atavistic allure, the value of a summer spent, and a winter earned.
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For the rest of us there is always Sunday. The day of the week that reeks of rest, but all we do is catch our breath so we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hand on the Big Black Book. To watch the knife zigzag between our aching fingers.
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A vacation is a countdown. T-minus your life and counting. Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste.
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WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR?!
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WHAT THE HELL IS GOIN ON?!(Background)
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SHUT UP!
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I could go on and on, but let's move on, shall we?
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Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do, and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs...haven't felt like this in years...The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse...let me go, and plunge me into the dead spot again.
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That's where you go when there's no one else around. It's just you and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
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Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger.
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CLASSIFIED MY ASS! THAT'S A FUCKING SECRET AND YOU KNOW IT!
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Government is another way to say Better. Than. You.
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It's like ice but no pick, a murder charge that won't stick...It's like a whole other world, where you can smell the food, but you can't touch the silverware. Heh, what luck. Fascism you can vote for...(scoffs)isn't that sweet?
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And we're all gonna die someday cause that's the American way, and I've drunk too much, and said too little. When you're gaffer taped in the middle say a prayer, save face, get yourself together and :
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*See what's happening* (Singsong in background.)
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SHUT UP!
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FUCK YOU! (Background)
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FUCK YOU!
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I'm sorry, I could go on and on but it's time to move on, so...
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Remember, you're a wreck, an accident.
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Forget the Freak, you're just nature.
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Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean.
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Shit, snort, and blaspheme. Let the heads cool and the engine run.
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Because in the end, everything we do...is just everything we've done.
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