An unseen being casting universal curses
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
The mask is on 'em like a catholic service
You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
But now its whatever, knowing your the batter of another man that matters,
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