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Dull, dull, dull... Every single tyke is a null. School stunts your growth and children warp your mind, I'll forgive the slaughter in the name of malign. Moan, moan, moan... Clarity is shocking the unknown. There's a disappointed ghost in your hotel. Do you understand the better part of how we dwell? Entropy is soothing me with a eulogy for destiny. The rest of the sticky, tricky wicked are awake. Would you die for entertainment's sake? Detail the derail, forgive the mess. Delusion equals happiness. The rest of the sticky, tricky wicked are awake. Would you die for entertainment's sake? Amputate your face discover the (Perception). Six senses over the shadowy (Perception). Sigh, sigh, sigh... An over rusted lullaby. Remember that the times will fail to praise as we suffer through another boring batch of Amaze. Scream, scream, scream... Praise the heinous forces of extreme. The illusions of indecency won't hamper our delight as we separate another prosecuting Parasite. I'm so perfect in my necromance. Undo the buckle and remove your pants. Annoy you into showing me what you have there, then retain the memory, and claim that I Don't care. You're mowing the lawn so numbly in your sleep, I'm pissing on a nun's vagina as we Speak. Laughing at an ugly untalented stranger, while your station is the comfiest source of your Danger.