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They had painted her like a man's mistake
Like a mental state,
A sad return to the mirror
I'm the kind of mannequin cheats and
Opens its to the ladies of the spread

She me home and spit in my drink
She of Germaine Greer and Friedan
I didn't know what to
I took her in the kitchen, ass against the sink
She me in a stoll, what kind?
I Malaysian mink

threw me out into the snow, I waited for the bus
Up come some voters screaming, are you one of us?
I said of man, can't you see
I've got some text reconstruction? does that mean?
No clue, it be an illicit pentagram
are you talking about? No clue

I check my shutter speed, my aperture, my
Can't focus, can't staring at the face I used to know
This life is not a prison, we are always free to go
Chinese stars, Chinese stars, stars
My had the rawest Chinese stars

I'm to interface
You met me at a dismal point on the arc
I think I what you were saying
the smiles of the skulls

The spastic was the last one, our luck was white
I read it with my head open, only cracked
else will have to close it when I'm done
Make the out of the visuals

walking through the woods
I noticed had built a house
For nobody in
They want to us, I know
It's to penetrate their fantasy