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The dogs we've left to die This slate is a burial ground With cataracts and cancer bound I leave you to fetch your purpose Eternal return Until I throw it again Feast of mange Crawl underneath the porch And know I will be alone Like a child with a terminal affliction Your burden is safe with me I laugh at my own tragedy as I weep Wrong place, wrong time, same story This soil holds enough to feel held Swallowed by the flowers of hell Invisible hands shove my head into a burlap sack With warm rope to hang above my God's hole Lay down, play dead, be a freak That's where I lost your touch, it must be Otherwise I wouldn't have a fucking clue Not with these cards dealt I swear on this grave, I'm afraid of the end I'm afraid of the end I want to show you something A portal to nothing Where Ronald Reagan can go suck a fucking Capitalist cock And stab the mirror So we can see me clearer Crystallized within my man-suit disguise Blood intent Jet fuel oil Back in time Superman style With blood intent And jet fuel oil I'm back in time In Superman style Test drive, baby blue plutonium and Old Misery burns Futile noise never could have reached his enemies How much money are they paying you to be here? Embodiment of the fucking Antichrist (But really though) Epstein didn't kill himself (He was fucking murdered) Fear and love have no place here They're obsolete Kiddie porn dungeon Fear, love Fear, love Fear, love I'm just taking pills Just my pills Spear-chested, following a path I can change Annihilation in the sky above the time weaver Fourth dimension fabric tears the living receiver Oh, as if my SATs Prepared me for this Tell the doc I'm just Taking the piss At the clinic next to ground zero Serving up deliverance Come one, come all Thoughts and prayers Swallow your share Got mine before You don't care Came in first somewhere Buried alive Kept outside New place to hide Baby drop Sweat shop Hold me down so that I'll never stop