Sectors n networks of settlers go westwards in search of their next work
You did the shake-shake and i kinda went berserk
I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace
Dial up words but they're not in service
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
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