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They had painted her face like a man's
Like a state, gang-banging
A sad return to the eagle-shaped
I'm the kind of that cheats and
Opens its to the ladies of the spread

She took me home and in my drink
She of Germaine Greer and Friedan
I know what to think
I took her standing in the kitchen, ass the sink
She draped me in a stoll, what
I think mink

Than threw me out the snow, I waited for the bus
Up come some voters screaming, are you one of us?
I said of course man, you see
I've got text reconstruction? What does that mean?
No clue, it must be an pentagram
are you talking about? No clue

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

I'm to interface
You met me at such a dismal on the arc
I I understand what you were saying
About the of the skulls

The spastic face was the last one, our luck was
I it with my head open, only slightly cracked
Somebody else will have to it when I'm done
the most out of the visuals

While walking the woods
I noticed someone had a house
For in particular
They to destroy us, I know
It's time to their fantasy