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He Wears a two piece disguise
With those diamond cut eyes
and a mouth full of sparkling bones
he says he's got what you need
If you're willing to bleed
well the street lights outside drone
a small misfotune
and how we bought you
It's the times new roman empire
The hunter gatherers followed
The paper trail to their own
logical exclusion
Cross The I's and dot the tees
And make a soldier out of me
Or close you eyes and grit your teeth
And maybe you'll forget to breathe
They Burned themselves to stay warm
Mamma's cutting off those hands
Writing on them family plans
I was always your biggest fan
You were always her little man.
Atoms splitting, all seems fitting
Oh my lord, oh my god
What have we done?
One more time.
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