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The past is a grotesque
And in its you see
How wrong you can be
How wrong you can be

The sun is out, it melts the snow fell yesterday
Makes you why it bothered

I fell in love with the cute girl that I met
Who appreciate George Bataille
Standing at a festival
Discussing 'Story of the
Discussing of the Eye'

It's so embarrassing to someone like I do you
How can I explain I need you here and not too
How can I explain I need you and not here too

I'm flunking out, I'm out
I'm gone, I'm just
But at least I my own disaster
At I author my own disaster

Performance breakdown and I want to hear it
I'm not available
Things could be but they're not
Things could be different but not

The mousy girl screams, 'Violence,
The mousy girl screams, 'Violence,
She gets hysterical 'cause they're so mean
And it's my favorite

But the cruelty's so
Makes you sad on the
our love project has so much potential
But it's like we made for this world
Though I really want to meet someone who was

Do I have to scream in face?
I've dodging lamps and vegetables
Throw it all in my face, I care

just have some fun, let's tear this shit apart
Let's tear the fucking house
tear our fucking bodies apart
Let's have some fun

Somehow red-rovered the gestapo circling my heart
And nothing can defeat you, no death, no world
lived so brightly, you've altered everything
I myself searching for old selves
While speeding forward through the plate glass of maturing

I've played the unraveler, the
But even Apocalypse is fleeting, no death, no ugly world
Sometimes I if you're mythologizing me like I do you
Mythologizing me I do you

We want our film to be beautiful, not
Perceive me in the radiance of terror
You can me, you can
You can me

Teach me wonderful
Crown my head, crowd my head with your lilting
Project your on to me, I need to view them
See there's to them
I promise you there's nothing to

I'm so by your goodness
You make me so criminal
How do you it together?
I'm all, all

But you know, no matter we are
always touching by underground wires

I've explored you with the of an analyst
But most nights raided the same kingdoms
And of our secrets are physical
None of our secrets are
None of our secrets are now