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(grrrrrr) The sun is rising but my soul is cold I grab the
ceramic, standard-issue bowl Pouring the grains like shattered bones Now comes the
liquid from the colder zones
Crunch! Slash! Destroy the breakfast bowl!
Soggy remains will swallow up my soul!
Iron-fortified, cold and sweet!
This is the morning ritual of defeat!
Floating rings of artificial red Fills the void inside my heavy head
No spoon can stop this brutal feast
I have awakened the morning beast!
Crunch! Slash! Destroy the breakfast bowl!
Soggy remains will swallow up my soul!
Iron-fortified, cold and sweet!
This is the morning ritual of defeat! (crunchhhhh)
Only milk remains! (aargh!)