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We save them from the ignorance — we save them from the indolence and from the

innocence and from the penetrating benefits

And from all of the skeptic mystisism and all of the neglected wisdom and the

eclectic visions

That wreck incisions — the prosphetic limbs bend into the wrong space —

Why don’t you transcend — let the wind hit skin and then —

Only then will you be able to eat, will you be able to feel your fucking teeth

when the flavourless meat’s ripped

I can’t feel my feet

I can’t feel my balance

I can’t fill my void

I can’t build this palace

My teeth are so weak

They grind to eachover

My peoples are blind

My brothers and mothers

(Stomach rumbling.)

I hold it, I controlled it

I first revoked it

But now that I’ve got a little bit older I know that it’s too hot to hold —

So I have to hope it, one day will cool down —

Wipe it with soap and scope without from a mile away out of town

And then I took the chance and grabbed it anyway without the pot

Hold us — yes now, that I’m holding’s gold

Fist don’t, know, where my skin is going to grow back —

All I see is motherfucking bones — what?

Who is gong to control that?

Sticks, sticks, sticks and stones

They won’t ever break my bones

They won’t ever hang me from my own eternal mistletoe

They won’t ever put me on the little individual’s kind of a little invisible —

When you’re swimming in a little tiny, principle they can’t even see anymore

it’s pain

Thank you

I do this, I can’t see, but

I’m so sorry

So unproportionate

Constant buzzing

Always going on; is never silent

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