Spit slides like sludge from the lips
Mumbling the lost words
Don't bite the hand that feeds you
Rather saw it
In paranoia I find genius
But the ice-dreams have come with
As faces crept in from the room next door
to my
As faces crept in from the room next door to
We idolize and exonerate the statues of barbarians and henchmen
When you raise your head, can you smell the roses
Bring her a mushroom cloud to garnish the skylines today
Bring
Bring her a mushroom cloud
trimmed in crazed ire and spite
Feed
I hide inside watching from the stained glass eyes
500
With the absence of order existence is impossible
With the absence
Through birth we sign the proclamation of the doomed
We
Climb the fibrous ladder dear friend
Watch your head
Watch your step
Chained
Use my body to spark the fire that will burn
Manipulate the slime
and assume supreme control of the mind
The smallest
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