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Turning over in interrupted slumber

You ponder others, growing ever wakeful

You’ve locked the vermin in the other bedroom

To be so perfect causes you to feel so thankful

Now find the fault because your boyfriend can’t read

Reflecting on to you is that the bitterness you need

So unhappy, yet so preoccupied

Never found, beaten down, with your forked tongue tied

Your eulogy is like poetry

But, your mouth is like a magazine

Your eulogy is like poetry

But, your mouth is like a magazine

Queen dependency is cowering, please don’t be confused

You are vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse

Virtue isn’t tangible, and sense of self is dated

Names constant on your cracked lips are now eviscerated

Your spine is made of metal, your veins are 'lectric tape

And all along an impulse lights at random in your fa-ace

Cough up an offering, forget which words are lies

Then your skull echoes a singeing pop, your brain is cauterized

Your eulogy is like poetry

But, your mouth is like a magazine

Your eulogy is like poetry

But, your mouth is like a magazine

Your eulogy is like poetry

But, your mouth is like a magazine

Your eulogy is like poetry

But, your mouth is like a magazine

Within the walls I hear all of its legs

There must be so many to carry over our heads

Seething and unsettled and, oh, such a let down

Some rusty spokes inside my head are making such a grating Sound

Your legacy is like poetry

But, your mouth is like a magazine

Your eulogy is like poetry

But, your mouth is like a magazine

Your eulogy is like poetry

But, your mouth is like a magazine

Your eulogy is like poetry

But, your mouth is like a magazine

Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah! Whoa!

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