| My eyes scroll to the back of my head
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| The Lord’s dare taken in vain
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| Keepsake battalions, phantom couplets
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| A new tactile cremation attested
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| Opaque spurs, contemplative mayhem keeps us
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| Branded on the wrist do not embalm
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| A paper nest truancy of wasps
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| Wrap me up in Mylar film
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| The anachronism enacts the indigenous
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| Prolonged exposure to combustible nativism
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| Thirty days spent in the hole
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| Raise yourself a nithing pole
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| Inoculated at the liquor store
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| Drunk on the piss of sycamore embers
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| The hospice waltz of corpus flowers
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| Leaves pinko fumes from turret guns
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| Sawing at the base of pylon towers
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| Banking on the drought, banking on the drought
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| Opaque spurs, I’ve defeated every crypt
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| In the potter’s field of Machuca
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| Calling from the blossoming dust
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| Slid down the bank, choking on sherm
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| A new tactile cremation attested
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| To opaque spurs, contemplative mayhem keeps us together
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| Thirty days spent in the hole
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| Raise yourself a nithing pole
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| Inoculated at the liquor store
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| Drunk on the piss of sycamore embers
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| Thirty days spent in the hole
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| Raise yourself a nithing pole
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| Inoculated at the liquor store
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| Drunk on the piss of sycamore embers
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| Raise your nithing poles
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| Raise your nithing poles
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| Put your hurt in a safe, throw it in wet cement
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| Never speak of this to a living soul
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| Heed the mercury blots of this Rorschach advice
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| No good will come of your insect rebellion
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| Thirty days spent in the hole
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| Raise yourself a nithing pole
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| Inoculated at the liquor store
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| Drunk on the piss of semaphore embers
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| Raise your nithing poles
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| Raise your nithing poles
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| Raise your nithing poles
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| Raise your nithing poles |