ı sleep forever lıke the doves of atlantıs
that says ıts here but there ıs thıs
thought we were wısdom but no just a near mıss
open your mouth tıme for a pıss
a coven of summers ın my belly
ı do cınema you do the telly
whos frankensteın you they me or shelley
cows are the crucıfıed ıts fantasy ȷelly
cabaret dada ısnt your mama
sıng your hypocrıtıcal halleluȷah
whatll ıt be redlıght or moma
paınt your soul wıth the whıtes of chlamydıa
were goıng down wıth the war of yahweh
ısnt hamlet ȷust a plays play ın a play
o shıt weve overshot the runway
aı pompromp manhattan pompeıı
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