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Colors and numbers
And there's so many never be seen
It's not the big picture
Nothing
The system that we call...
I am immortal
Oh no you can't
But you will never know it
I drive the night category
Satisfy...
The white is wide
What is on the other side
Blackened sky
You won't believe your own two eyes
The highest...
What if the present
Suddenly became the past future
The systems reroute the situation
Lead to another with the black sun...
You better watch out, you better not cry
You better not pout I'm telling you why
Cause I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna...
F-F-F-Foolin
Stop foolin myself f-f-f-faggot
Jess is a faggot, a f-f-faggot, YEAH!
Fuckin FOOLIN'...
You know what makes me happy
The things that make you sad
The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag
I want cheese but I can't digest the shit
I'm on a leave in the middle of Washington
These are some of the things I can't...
You can't stop it if I stop you I can
Here comes Jess, the garbage man
Ooh ahh, I'll page ya on your face and then I'll place...
Who wants to taste my general tso...you want to taste my general tso
I'm-a give it to you now
Who like my chopstick
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As it all disappears... Can't you see that I'm sneering from ear to ear? I call it hardly a shame. No
consistency sustained. It's synthetic to take your own advice, but you can't avoid it. Now it's
dramatic to be your own disguise, when the butcher's hand is mine. There is no room to improve.
There's no demand for the product of your next move. Fuel you were using to burn, is charring you in
return. It's synthetic to take your own advice, but you can't avoid it. Now it's dramatic to be your
own disguise, when the butcher's hand is mine. Spare the world of speech. We're out of reach, as the
tables turn. No blood for the leech, as the tables turn. Spare the world of speech, as the tables
turn. Bad karma eats you alive. Contrived intentions will never be revived. Recalled to settle the
score, less of you is more. It's synthetic to take your own advice, but you can't avoid it. Now it's
dramatic to be your own disguise, when the butcher's hand is mine. Spare the world of speech. We're
out of reach, as the tables turn. No blood for the leech, as the tables turn. Spare the world of
speech, as the tables turn.
[Thanks to terraforce5000@yahoo.com for these lyrics]
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