Lyrics:
Counterfeit hypocrite Runs them all, runs them all Seething ill 'cause they will Counting coins, counting stem cells Wiretap turbidity Human laboratory
fever, fever dream Everything that meant anything to me Now it's all lost in mental turbidity Now I'm wondering why I'm trapped up in this bed Almost
Turbidity with it's endless Tragical eminence... ''Maybe in the forest full Of inclined desires I bosom goddess of night But I'll born into darkness again In
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