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You think you can rule the roost You think you're so tall you're above it all You think your solitude just gives you a glow? Well we'll make it show Then we'll up the game we'll fan the flame of pain We're dropping the wall We'll show you rock bottom This is how small we can make you You think your Medusa's curls make you strong? Hell well you're wrong We're hacking them off one by one You think your projections are helpful and harmless? An extension of you A way to be two Your blind man's fingers Well here's how it is: We’re slicing them off We’re dismembering you Now feel your way in the dark So now honey how are you doing? Do you still think exile a thing of the past? Don't make us laugh We'll remind you again and again
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Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 4:28 AM UTC
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You think you can rule the roost You think you're so tall you're above it all You think your solitude just gives you a glow? Well we'll make it show Then we'll up the game we'll fan the flame of pain We're dropping the wall We'll show you rock bottom This is how small we can make you You think your Medusa's curls make you strong? Hell well you're wrong We're hacking them off one by one You think your projections are helpful and harmless? An extension of you A way to be two Your blind man's fingers Well here's how it is: We’re slicing them off We’re dismembering you Now feel your way in the dark So now honey how are you doing? Do you still think exile a thing of the past? Don't make us laugh We'll remind you again and again
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Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 4:28 AM UTC
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