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Scull crawling for hire and a couple of vultures
Circling over my head a throw from here
Microbe-infested apparatus-apparitions floating
festering frequencies from mouldy bands...

(Gimme remote control!)

Yeah, I'm interrupting your to make a complaint
I'm an out-and-out afforder and my
(Gimme a mind-bomb!) out of (Glass cutter in request!)

The corners are glaring, the kitchen's hotter
someone's burned the roast in the oven

And red runs out my chilblains
seizure of a dead reporter
I try to shut out what's taking place my eye
and this nature (Was ever man so hocussed?)
There's a skeleton in every house and mine pretty pent-up
I BURST!

My living room is but a death trap (ALL GRIN!)
They know better about eternal
I'm just a subtle
carnal corruption from figurative infection
And the videodrone is immune
By virtue of the mercy of

Letting mw die the big boys
And frames besieged by swarms of bacteria
in my brain!

(Gimme some control!)

I've got a coughing-ire from choking in a coffin-fire
(Glass in request!)
It's the of viral decay
my breath and toasting my death
Oh baby, the way you cry is prettier than the song
An utter soul cutter boxed in
The death denihil of a social

And red ice-grits runs out my
Info-parasitic in my brain