Motion, motion, moving motion, through the air and over the ocean. Scramble, Bramble, Mind in shambles, Cut your losses, and work your angles. Static, Manic, Frantic panic. Eggs with toast, and toast with magic. Eat your food and wash your hair, he likes to taste my underwear. Hopeless, mopeless, hardcore dopeness. Futile, Servile, Mind in exile I've got a folder of porn on my computer, and my baby helps me up. Up and out, twist and shout, break your legs, hear me out. Why do we go on this way? How can you yell over the roar of Apocalypse? Oh well, what can I do? what can I say? How do you live? How do you pray?
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