Eighty pounds of me have turned to cipher and debris in preparation of a future moving in I was not sufficient with a low nocturnal vision and resilient but retrograding skin Sure I am excited to be happily invited, though a wire has been gnawing like a mole This is not the lie I had expected to apply when I was dragging my deformity down the hole
Down the hole
I am fit for every stage of labor in the golden age of marrying technology and mind Thanks to the ambition of my physical edition I am taller than the man I left behind I have good intentions but a few of my extensions are sharpening the ending of a pole
This is not the lie I had expected to apply when I was dragging my deformity down the hole This is what you made of me A big mistake
This is what you gave to me Another traitor Another traitor
This is what you made of me
This is what you made of me A big mistake This is what you gave to me Another traitor Another traitor
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