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If god were so easily dispersed
I would spread her as wide as my comfort desires
But when my comfort retires after rehearsal
She's sure to acquire a lot of admirers

Then i felt you crawling under my skin again
You nympho manic parasite
You came in and out of my mouth,
Spoke to me your Enochian riddles
You became my appetite
Made me feed on shit
So i'd become allergic to the fruit
of other peoples trees of knowledge

Tried to feel some feeling
Any feeling at all
Then i hit the ceiling
You would call it my "upward fall"
Things then got revealing
Curtains pulled, weapons drawn
All our happy-endings are better left where they belong


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