They testify that the dead can rise
Pests and flies get the pesticides
I'm pessimistic pestilent since
The lightning bugs went electrified
Tried to run like insects in light
A nest that's tired unless it's tied to the
Hive mentality my finale seems dire
Why are we fine with the agony?
(And I know) I'm not storm chasing with wrong sails
(And I know) I got short patience for tall-tales
Ah hell it never rains, it's all hail
That's heavy rain on everything no heaven reigns yet all hail
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Lucem, you're right, it's silly to talk about what I would or wouldn't do IRL. Glad you brought it up. Maybe you should write an instrumental about it. I recommend a piano paired with a clarinet. With ambient sounds of you hanging from your shower curtain you ****ing failure.
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Art Is Dead. Buy My ****.
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