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What a skeletal wreck of man this is |
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Translucent flesh and feeble bones |
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The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tones |
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Running rampant with free thought to free form, in the free in the clear |
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And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a Laundrymat to sift and focus |
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On the bigger...better...now... |
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We all have a little sin that needs venting |
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Virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems that riff from the branches of office |
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Do you know what your post entails? |
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Do you serve a purpose? Or Purposely serve? |
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Wind down inside adivistic galore |
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The value of a summer spent and a winter earned |
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For the rest of us there is always Sunday |
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The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breaths |
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So we can wade naked into the bloody pool |
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And place our hand on the big black book |
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To watch the knives zig zag between our aching fingers |
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A vacation is a countdown |
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T-minus your life and counting |
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Time to drag your tongue across the sugarcube and hope you get a taste |
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WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR? |
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WHAT THE HELLS GOING ON? |
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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 |
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And like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs |
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Haven't felt like this in years |
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The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse |
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Let me go and plundge me into the dead spot again |
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That's where you go when there's no one else around |
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Its just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there? |
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Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with there 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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Its like ice but no pick, a murder charge that wont stick |
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Its like a whole other world where you can smell the food but you cant touch the silverware...what luck |
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Fascism you can vote for...isn't that sweet |
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And we're all gonna die some day, cause that's the American way |
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And I've drunk to much and said to little |
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When your gaffer taped in the middle, say a prayer, say a phrase, get yourself together and... |
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See what's happening |
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SHUT UP |
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FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU |
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I'm sorry I could go on and on |
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But its time to move on...so... |
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Remember.. |
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You're a wreck |
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An accident, forget the freak you're just nature |
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Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean, shit snort and blaspheme |
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Let the heads cool and the engine run |
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Because in then end everything we do... |
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Is just everything we've done |