Dial up words but they're not in service
I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface
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
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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