The eye of my king
Design your own nothing
Commit my thinking
The more I grow I sink
Why you always gotta be sick
Trying to be less of a prick
Why you always playing a trick
Trying to be democratic
Do it again..
Open up your senses technological advances every glimpse emancipated alternations of synapses many elements containing all the rhythms that pertaining seriously entertaining that we got no time to talk about..
Stop whats wrong with you
Babies don't live on green stuff
What you gonna do
When your titties are wrinkled
Stay in love with you
Nein that's not enough
When you got a clue
Clean the ashes that repentance sprinkled

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