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You took a time bomb |
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and a case of crackers |
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and you made a maelstrom of organic debris |
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then you took a work bench |
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and a rusty anvil |
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and you polished them for everyone to see |
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you have created an unhealthy monster |
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but you're nowhere but nowhere to be found |
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so I guess I'll just cope with my provisions |
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from now until the day theu lay me down |
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you took a babboon |
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and made him perfect |
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you took a lion |
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and stripped him of his pride |
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then you took a million more varieties |
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a scalpel and a sartory |
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and you stitched up a horrible surprise |
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you have created an unsocial monster |
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and you're searched for all over the globe |
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and most belive that things would sure be better |
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if you'd come down here and tell us what you know |
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who is to blame for this? |
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someone tell me please |
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His handiwork is flawed |
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and it's there for all to see |
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mutataions, abberations and blatant anomalies |
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they multiply and give rise to this...monstrosrity |
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you took the most abundant smallest bits of matter |
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and you instilled them with affinity |
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and then you stratified accumulations |
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weeded out bad variations |
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and blended up your unique recipe |
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you have created a powerful monster |
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with direction and purpose all its own |
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and if you were here |
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would things be any different? |
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or are you just a mosaic of thoughts alone? |
