Lyrics:
through his mind Stunned by the tunes of the nature-born harp He knows what they ignore The Dweller of Rhymes All is grist that comes to his mill And all
than money and fame Block is hot, the street so cold Switching the channels More breaking news Hiding the coward under your skin This is my nature-born
The devil from the angel and the butter from the churn Axles, axles they spin Precious pressures they tally And nature-born nanoassemblers lurk the docks
prefer children born by a chaste, modest virgin That they're products of lust, you stubbornly deny But still you are haunted by natureborn cravings
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