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GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT,
DRIP-PING IN THE VOID,
WIN-NING ALL THE PRIZ-ES WHILE THE PLAN-ET GETS DE-STROYED.
A HIGH-LY STREAM-A-BLE ZOM-BIE IN A GLOSS-Y NEW DIS-GUISE,
SIP-PING EMP-TY COF-FEE WITH THE DEAD-NESS IN HER EYES!
Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,
There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT in the NIGHT!
RAC-ING PAST THE BOS-TON TRAIN,
NO NEIGH-BORS ON THIS FLOOR,
TEN AD-VILS IN MY SYS-TEM 'CAUSE WE CAN'T FEEL AN-Y-MORE.
Amara vara Mara vara YACHT-ROCK PANE,
NTH-DEGREE NI-HIL-ISM IN THE CYBER-POROUS RAIN.
UN-DER-SCOR-ING GLOSS-O-LA-LI-A GLOW,
FUCK
IT, WHAT-EV-ER, YEAH WE RUN THE SHOW!
SPIL-LING ALL OUR GUTS WHILE WE SE-CURE THE BAG,
TOP-THIR-TY LEA-DER-BOARD WAV-ING THE FLAG!
BAL-ANC-ING THE FRE-QUEN-CY, CLAIM-ING BACK THE PRIZE,
CAR SEAT LEATH-ER FAD-ING UN-DER EMP-TY SKIES.
WORD FOR WORD YES I’M
HOLD-ING THE BAG IN MY DREAMS,
WASH-ING OUT THE NI-HIL-IST
STA-TIC IN THE STREAMS.