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Pretty faces, pretty hip.
Bodies hang to drain and drip.
So submit and let pretend,
Youe not a hollow charlatan.
Velcro wh*res they fill the streets,
Infecting everyone they meet.
The hourglass is karma curse.
Each grain of sand is a universe.
Laser beams and cattle prods.
Sacrifices for the gods.
Divinities, org*smic hymns,
Will fk you with prosthetic limbs.
As ulcerations form,
They soon know they will lose fingers and toes.
Swollen ends and blood gauze,
Curse us all.
Ie watched you suffer,
For so long it seems.
And somehow I look the other way.
Ie watched you fall apart
Like my leper friend.
And somehow I look the other way.
An outcast deprived of festal joy.
Prostration
It seems is here to stay.
My limbless friend will die alone.
A torso of flesh upon the throne.
My limbless friend will die alone.
A torso of flesh?
The cure for clinical depression is a lobotomy.
My limbless friend will die alone.
A torso of flesh upon the throne.
My limbless friend will die alone.
A torso of flesh?
Ie watched you fall apart
Like my leper friend.
And somehow I look the other way.
Ie watched you suffer,
For so long it seems.
And somehow I look the other way.
Leper, leper friend.