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caps crawling for hire and a couple of vultures
Circling over my head a stone's throw from
Microbe-infested apparatus-apparitions floating
Through festering frequencies from bands...

(Gimme some control!)

Yeah, I'm your programme to make a complaint
I'm an afforder and my suffer-buffer's
(Gimme a mind-bomb!) out of order (Glass in request!)

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

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

My room is but a death trap (ALL CRANIA GRIN!)
They know about eternal electrocution
I'm just a would-love-to-be
Under carnal corruption figurative infection
And thus the is immune
By virtue of the of ignorance

mw die with the big boys
And mortal frames besieged by swarms of
in my brain!

(Gimme remote control!)

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

And red ice-grits runs out my
Interference in my brain