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Tap, tap, tap Scratch, scratch, scratch The lines of white go down the hatch Not a fix, just a patch An insane state with insane prayers Let's take a moment to observe the players: The white robe thinks in prints and poisons Rotting cancers and botched abortions The dollar signs they blind the eyes, And rot the face of the intruder Aw, that's just adorable! The blue tie thinks in power and paper The numbers add up, the results could be fatal Turning circles into squares and caskets to cradles Far away from the face of the masses Honey, should we do the beach house again? The blindfold sees in light and dark Nothing perverse, nothing shocks Going down easy, the numbness a must Despicably pleasing to watch them rust It was a long day at the office, my dear.
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Apr 1, 2012
Apr 1, 2012 at 7:49 AM UTC
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Tap, tap, tap Scratch, scratch, scratch The lines of white go down the hatch Not a fix, just a patch An insane state with insane prayers Let's take a moment to observe the players: The white robe thinks in prints and poisons Rotting cancers and botched abortions The dollar signs they blind the eyes, And rot the face of the intruder Aw, that's just adorable! The blue tie thinks in power and paper The numbers add up, the results could be fatal Turning circles into squares and caskets to cradles Far away from the face of the masses Honey, should we do the beach house again? The blindfold sees in light and dark Nothing perverse, nothing shocks Going down easy, the numbness a must Despicably pleasing to watch them rust It was a long day at the office, my dear.
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Apr 1, 2012
Apr 1, 2012 at 7:49 AM UTC
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