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Ten foot tall titan talking in toungs Hurry honey head home n' hide the young It'll play your pineal gland like a puppet A nap in the dirt forever? **** it Long before your exposition you were already dead Like a tumor it was nesting in your head ever met a monster that would turn you into mulch? That'll have you growing daisys in it's gulch? Don't blame me or blame us, blame you. Your delusions are no match for what is true. One lies two lies three lies four The monster mangles falshoods to the core Leaves them at the door Reality is not your drink to pour
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 10:00 PM UTC
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Ten foot tall titan talking in toungs Hurry honey head home n' hide the young It'll play your pineal gland like a puppet A nap in the dirt forever? **** it Long before your exposition you were already dead Like a tumor it was nesting in your head ever met a monster that would turn you into mulch? That'll have you growing daisys in it's gulch? Don't blame me or blame us, blame you. Your delusions are no match for what is true. One lies two lies three lies four The monster mangles falshoods to the core Leaves them at the door Reality is not your drink to pour
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 10:00 PM UTC
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