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May have a shitload

To prove

He's got to settle a score

Against the groove

Infinite orgasm

Like endless joy and pain

Thunder to my ears

Like a holy rain

An aural wall of waking

Awash in purple paint

And a digging

Of the flowers in your yard

Electric rays of healing

Intensify the feeling of hatred

Towards the things you say

I ain't

Fear a man-child
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His soul and seman

Pathetic thoughts he thinks

Forever

Heard you caused a landslide

Walking home

Soon slide the man-child

Under your coat

Product of your generation

Your masturbation

A master plan

A holy man

Infanticide

Decaying minds

Mass corruption

The product

And its production

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