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Sacrificed for national healing Head on a plate Checkup from the neck-up Mother, Mother, They're washing my brain again Implanting discs where wings should be Put a gun in my right hand Left me with a pill Their quick and ***** **** Cleans you out so slowly What a wrong sensation For their righteous slay Gained a middle name And no more summer rain Will hit my roof again Fell for their cruel nature Sprung from lack of nurture People never notice anything And I'm caught in the rye Live in the moment Do what you please One might destroy you But a worse disease Is strapping the harness And losing the keys
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 10:21 PM UTC
Sympathy for the Assassin
Sacrificed for national healing Head on a plate Checkup from the neck-up Mother, Mother, They're washing my brain again Implanting discs where wings should be Put a gun in my right hand Left me with a pill Their quick and ***** **** Cleans you out so slowly What a wrong sensation For their righteous slay Gained a middle name And no more summer rain Will hit my roof again Fell for their cruel nature Sprung from lack of nurture People never notice anything And I'm caught in the rye Live in the moment Do what you please One might destroy you But a worse disease Is strapping the harness And losing the keys
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 10:21 PM UTC
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