Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax
I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace
Dial up words but they're not in service
Dial up words but they're not in service
And then bitch-slap her on purpose,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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