DIE BY MY OWN HAND

EVERY PUNTER IS A FIX

GOLDEN FLEECE
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ALL THE PEOPLE WANTED TO LEAVE
ESCAPE THE GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
THE EVIL THAT ESCAPED MAKES IT HARD TO BREATHE
WILL BRING THE WHOLE WORLD….TO ITS KNEES
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GOLDEN FLEECE
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UPON A GIVEN DATE BUT UNSPECIFIED TIME
WHEN THE SUM OF OUR FEARS WILL BE RELEASED
THE THREAT OF EXTINCTION INCREASING BELIEF
WE WILL LEARN THE TRUE MEANING OF GRIEF
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GOLDEN FLEECE
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WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL
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STANDING AT THE GATE
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A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
WILL BRING THE WHOLE WORLD TO ITS KNEES
AND WHATEVER WE CREATE
WILL DISINTEGRATE
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WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL
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Break
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GOLDEN FLEECE
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WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
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WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL
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UPON A GIVEN DATE BUT UNSPECIFIED TIME
WHEN THE SUM OF OUR FEARS WILL BE RELEASED
THE THREAT OF EXTINCTION INCREASING BELIEF
WE WILL LEARN THE TRUE MEANING OF GRIEF
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GOLDEN FLEECE
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WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL
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GOLDEN FLEECE

GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE

AND MAN CREATED GOD IN HIS IMAGE

GO FOR BAROQUE

I HOPE SHE THINKS OF ME THE WAY I THINK OF HER

UGLY AS SIN

GIVE ME SIX. (DON'T GIVE ME NO FIVE)

THEY THINK THEY ARE BETTER
BETTER THAN US
THEY THINK THEY ARE BETTER
BETTER THAN US
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THEY THINK THEY ARE BETTER THAN US
BUT THEY ARE FREE TO THINK
WHATEVER THEY WANT
IT’S WHAT THEY DO WITH THOSE THOUGHTS
THE WAY THAT THEY CHEAT AND EXTORT
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THEY THINK THEY ARE BETTER THAN US
SIMPLY BECAUSE, WELL, SIMPLY BECAUSE….
OUR VALUE DETERMINED BY THE THINGS THAT WE OWN
BUT WE’RE SIMPLY ROLLING STONES
WHO HAVE GATHERED NO MOSS 
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THINKING THEY ARE BETTER THAN US
WELL, IT COMES AT A COST
AND WE’RE ALWAYS THE ONES
WHO MUST SHOULDER THE LOSS
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ALWAYS BEEN THIS GULF
BETWEEN THE FIRST AND THE LAST
THIS GREAT DIVIDE
WILL NEVER BE A THING OF THE PAST 
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EXPECTING OUR SUBSERVIENCE
BECAUSE IT’S WHAT WE’RE TAUGHT
WE DON’T FORGET OUR PLACE
THAT WE’RE NOT REALLY THEIR SORT
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WE OCCUPY THE SAME TIME
BUT NOT THE SAME SPACE
A SOCIAL NORM TABOO
WOULD BE COMING FACE TO FACE
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THEY THINK THEY ARE BETTER THAN US
LOOKING DOWN FROM ABOVE
WHAT THEY FEEL ISN’T LOVE
BUT THINKING THEY ARE BETTER THAN US
MAKES US BETTER THAN THEM
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LOOKING DOWN, LOOKING DOWN
LOOKING DOWN ON US
THEY THINK THEY ARE BETTER THAN US
LOOKING DOWN FROM ABOVE
WHAT THEY FEEL ISN’T LOVE
WE’RE THE UNTOUCHABLE ONES
WE’RE DISPOSABLE SCUM
ONE STEP UP FROM ZERO
THE CONTEMPTIBLE ONES
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THEY THINK THEY ARE BETTER THAN US
LOOKING DOWN FROM ABOVE
WHAT THEY FEEL ISN’T LOVE
THEY THINK THEY ARE BETTER THAN US
WE DON’T DESERVE OPINIONS
DON’T DESERVE TO FEEL THE SUN
FOR THIS IS THEIR DOMINION AND
WE MUST LIVE OF THEIR CRUMBS
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THEY THINK THEY ARE BETTER THAN US
LOOKING DOWN FROM ABOVE
WHAT THEY FEEL ISN’T LOVE
BUT THINKING THEY ARE BETTER THAN US
MAKES US BETTER THAN THEM
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BREAK
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WHAT THEY FEEL
LOOKING DOWN FROM ABOVE
WHAT THEY FEEL ISN’T LOVE
DESERVING OF CONTEMPT
WE’RE THE CONTEMPTIBLE ONES
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WHAT THEY FEEL
WHAT THEY FEEL ISN’T LOVE
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ALLOWING US TO BREATHE
THE SAME AIR THEY BREATHE
IS A PHILANTHROPIC ACT TO THEM
THAT’S WHAT THEY BELIEVE

WHAT THEY FEEL
WHAT THEY FEEL ISN’T LOVE
WHAT THEY FEEL ISN’T LOVE
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WE’RE THE UNTOUCHABLE ONES
WE’RE DISPOSABLE SCUM
ONE STEP UP FROM ZERO
WHAT THEY FEEL
WHAT THEY FEEL ISN’T LOVE
WHAT THEY FEEL ISN’T LOVE
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THE CONTEMPTIBLE ONES
WE DON’T DESERVE OPINIONS
DON’T DESERVE TO FEEL THE SUN
FOR THIS IS THEIR DOMINION AND
WE MUST LIVE OF THEIR CRUMBS

THEY THINK THEY ARE BETTER THAN US

THIS IS A PIG PLACE
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THIS IS A PIG OF A PLACE
PUKED UPON A TRACT OF SPACE
FOREVER TO BE KNOWN THROUGH HISTORY
AS A VOMITER OF TOXIC WASTE
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THIS IS A PIG OF A PLACE
FALLEN FROM GRACE TO BASE
TIME SHALL NOT REST UNTIL EFFACED OF EVERY TRACE
OF THE INHUMAN REMAINS OF THE HUMAN R - RACE
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THIS IS A PIG OF A PLACE
PUKED UPON A TRACT OF SPACE
FOREVER TO BE KNOWN THROUGH HISTORY
AS A VOMITER OF TOXIC WASTE
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WOE TO THE ONE
WHO HOGS THE SUN
WHO EATS FOR TEN
AND DRINKS FOR FUN
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WOE TO THE ONE WHO
BLACK OR WHITE
IS A BIGOT BY DAY
AND A RACIST BY NIGHT
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WOE TO THE MAN
WHO LOVES THE GUN
THE HIT AND RUN
WHO KILLS FOR FUN
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WOE TO THE WOMEN
WHO WISHES FOR WEALTH
WHO FEARS FOR HER LIFE
BUT WALKS IN THE NIGHT
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THIS IS A PIG OF A PLACE
VOMITER OF VULGAR TASTE
FOREVER TO REMAIN A MYSTERY
THROUGH THE ANNALS OF TIME AND SPACE
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THIS IS A PIG OF A PLACE
NEVER SEEN BETTER DAYS
TWISTED WITHIN
THIS GARDEN OF EDEN
VICTOR AND VICTIM ROLLED INTO ONE
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THIS IS A PIG OF A PLACE
NEVER SEEN BETTER DAYS
THRIVING ON FRICTION, ADDICTION, AND GODS
EIGHT BE HER SECTION
THREE SIXES HER ODDS
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WOE TO THE ONE
WHO CLAIMS TO BE CHOSEN
PEDDLING JUNK
WRAPPED UP IN RELIGION
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WOE TO THE ONE
WHO PREACHES CONFUSION
THAT LIE BE THE TRUTH
AND THE REST BE ILLUSION
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WOE TO THE ONE
WHO CAUSES DIVISION
THE PSYCHO-, THE SCHIZO-,
THE SOCIO-CHAMELEON
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WOE TO THE ONE
CRACKPOT POL-ITICIAN
WHO BURNS WITH A VISION
DESCENDING FROM ZION
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BREAK
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WOE TO THE ONE WHO WIELDS
POWER AND CORRUPTION
WITH A FINGER ON PULSE
PUSH BUTTON DESTRUCTION
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WOE TO THE DRIVEN
SELF-PROCLAIMED ICON
PSYCHO-, SCHIZO-,
SOCIO-CHAMELEON
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WOE TO THE WOMAN
WHO WORSHIPS IN BABYLON
PLYING HER TRADE
ON THE STEPS OF THE VATICAN
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WOE TO THE WOMAN
WHO CLAIMS TO BE ALIEN
PSYCHIC, MYSTIC,
FRIEND OF THE…WICKERMAN

VOMITER OF TOXIC WASTE

MY BODY IS A CRIME SCENE
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THE CLUES WERE THERE FOR ALL TO SEE
BUT THE FINGERPRINTS HAVE ALL BEEN WIPED CLEAN
SO DON’T BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU SEE
THERE’S ALWAYS THE CHANCE THAT THE KILLER WALKS FREE
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MY BODY IS A CRIME SCENE
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THOUGH THE CRIME MAY NOT BE PERFECT
THERE ARE TIMES WHEN NOTHING SEEMS TO FIT
THIS AIN’T C.S.I., THIS AIN’T FANTASY
THIS IS HARSH COLD LIGHT OF DAY REALITY
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AN OPEN AND SHUT CASE
ISN’T ALWAYS SO OPEN AND SHUT
ALTHOUGH THE EVIDENCE SEEMS TO POINT THAT WAY
SO DON’T BE TOO QUICK TO CONVICT
BECAUSE THINGS AIN’T ALWAYS AS THEY SEEM
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CRIME SCENE
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TRY TO GET INSIDE THE HEAD
OF AN EMOTIONAL INBRED
IT'S A RISK WE MUST TAKE
FOR WE CAN LEARN FROM HIS MISTAKES
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JUST A MOMENT IN TIME
PUT IT OUT OF THEIR MIND
OR DO THEY ALWAYS RETURN 
TO THE SCENE OF THE CRIME
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CRIME SCENE

MY BODY IS A CRIME SCENE

JULIAN ASSANGE AND THE WIKILEAKS (Come see the world through the eyes of a blonde)
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JULIAN ASSANGE AND THE....WIKILEAKS
RIPPED ANOTHER PAGE OUT OF....OUT OF HISTORY
ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE AND IT'S....FULL OF CREEPS
POLITICIANS GAGE PLAYING.....HIDE AND SEEK
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JULIAN ASSANGE AND THE....WIKILEAKS
RIPPED ANOTHER PAGE OUT OF....OUT OF HISTORY
ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE AND IT'S....FULL OF CREEPS
POLITICIANS GAGE PLAYING.....HIDE AND SEEK
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EVERYBODY SAYS IT'S A MYSTERY
THE END OF EVERY DAY BRINGS A TRAGEDY
THE SEER AND SAGE CALL IT PROPHECY
BUT EVERY WOE CONVEYS WARPED PHILOSOPHY
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WE MAKE THE SAME MISTAKES
ONCE MORE, THE SAME MISTAKE WE MADE TEN TIMES BEFORE
AND WE LOVE TO BREAK OUR OWN LAWS
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INVENTING WARS
A GROUNDLESS CAUSE
SOMETHING TO ABHORE
OUR ALLIES, WE IMPLORE
TAKE UP TWO-BY-FOURS
AND EVEN UP THE SCORE
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JULIAN....ASSANGE
JULIAN ASSANGE
JULIAN....ASSANGE
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JULIAN ASSANGE AND THE WIKILEAKS
TRY TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ONCE A WEEK
BUT ONCE WE'VE LIT THE BONG, WE ACCEPT DEFEAT
SO EVEN WHEN IT'S LONG IT'S SHORT AND SWEET
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,JULIAN ASSANGE AND THE WIKILEAKS
TRIED TO RIGHT A WRONG IN CHIC BOUTIQUE
DING BECAME A DONG, THEN IT GOT DOWNBEAT
AND NAUGHTY THINGS WERE SAID THAT WE CAN'T REPEAT
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JULIAN ASSANGE AND THE WIKILEAKS
DIGGING FOR EXCRETION, VISIT FLEET STREET
TRY TO CHANGE THE SHEETS, CHANGE THE WAY SHEEP BLEAT
BUT THE COUNTERFEIT DECEIT OF THE INDISCREET....THE INDISCREET
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....JULIAN
FUELED BY SELF-CONCEIT
....ASSANGE....JULIAN
POST THE KILLER TWEET
....JULIAN
THE GUTTERPRESS MAKE MINCEMEAT
....ASSANGE....JULIAN
THROUGH CELLULITE-TYPE BROADSHEETS
...JULIAN
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THE WIKILEAKS OF JULIAN ASSANGE
....ASSANGE....JULIAN
HAVE BREACHED THE WHITEHOUSE AND THE UNIVERSE BEYOND
...JULIAN
A WORLD SO GULLIBLE, SO EASILY CONNED
....ASSANGE....JULIAN
SOMETHING....SOMETHING....SOMETHING....SOMETHING....SOMETHING....MELANGE
....JULIAN
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FAR-REACHING CONSEQUENCES, RIGHTING OF WRONGS
....ASSANGE....JULIAN
COME SEE THE WORLD THROUGH THE EYES OF A BLONDE
....JULIAN
THE STENCH OF PEACECRIMES; DIPLOMATIC PING-PONG
....ASSANGE....JULIAN
THE LULL OF PEACETIME IS AS BRIEF AS THIS SONG
....JULIAN
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JULIAN....JULIE....JULIE....JULIE....ASSANGE....JULIAN
EVERY LAND IS THE CRADLE OF HYPOCRISY...JULIAN....JULIE....JULIE....JULIAN
BUNGLED POLICY AND THE PLANS THAT GO ASTRAY
JULIAN....JULIE....JULIE....JULIE....ASSANGE....JULIAN
WHERE FALLING TO ONES KNEES IS AS EASY AS YOU PLEASE
JULIAN....JULIE....JULIE....JULIE....ASSANGE....JULIAN
AND WHEN WE'RE TOLD TO KILL WE'RE SO EAGER TO OBEY
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JULIAN ASSANGE....AND THE WIKILEAKS
JULIAN....ASSANGE....AND THE WIKILEAKS
JULIAN ASSANGE....AND THE WIKILEAKS
JULIAN....ASSANGE....AND THE WIKILEAKS

JULIAN ASSANGE AND THE WIKILEAKS

GOSPEL ACCORDING TO POPE PIOUS FRAUDUS

THAT'S WHEN IT HURTS ME THE MOST

THE SHOCK RETURN OF SIGHT AND SOUND
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WHEN YOU’RE UP….I’M DOWN
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ALTHOUGH IT SOUNDS ABSURD
I’M ALWAYS STUCK FOR WORDS
I NEVER KNOW WHAT TO SAY
BECAUSE MY THINKING IS BLURRED
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WHEN YOU’RE UP….I’M DOWN
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BREAKING THROUGH THE SILENCE
WAS THE VIOLENCE IN THE CROWD
VERBAL DIAHORREA; CACOPHONIC AND LOUD
AS I STOOD AMIDST THE BEDLAM
THE WHITE NOISE AND THE LIGHT
EMITTED RADIATION INTERRUPTING THE NIGHT
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WHEN YOU’RE UP….I’M DOWN
WHEN YOU’RE UP….I’M DOWN
I WISH THAT I COULD CHANGE THE ORDER AROUND
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ALTHOUGH IT SOUNDS ABSURD
I’M ALWAYS STUCK FOR WORDS
I NEVER KNOW WHAT TO SAY
BECAUSE MY THINKING IS BLURRED
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WHEN YOU’RE UP….I’M DOWN
WHEN I OPEN MY MOUTH I PRODUCE NO SOUND
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STUCK FOR WORDS…I’M….STUCK FOR WORDS
I NEVER KNOW WHAT TO SAY
STUCK FOR WORDS…I’M….STUCK FOR WORDS
I NEVER KNOW WHAT TO SAY
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THE SHOCK RETURN OF SIGHT AND SOUND
LEFT ME KIND OF SPEECHLESS 
WON’T SOMEONE TURN THE VOLUME DOWN
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DROWNING OUT THE VOICES
WERE THE NOISES ALL AROUND
OSCILATING FREQUENCIES AND STIMULI ABOUND
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BREAKING THROUGH THE SILENCE
WAS THE VIOLENCE IN THE CROWD
VERBAL DIAHORREA; CACOPHONIC AND LOUD
AS I STOOD AMIDST THE BEDLAM
THE WHITE NOISE AND THE LIGHT
EMITTED RADIATION INTERRUPTING THE NIGHT
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THE FULGARATING, CORRUSCATING, SCINTILATING LIGHT
THE FULGARATING, CORRUSCATING, SCINTILATING LIGHT
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BREAKING THROUGH THE SILENCE
WAS THE VIOLENCE IN THE CROWD
VERBAL DIAHORREA; CACOPHONIC AND LOUD
AS I STOOD AMIDST THE BEDLAM
THE WHITE NOISE AND THE LIGHT
EMITTED RADIATION INTERRUPTING THE NIGHT

SHOCK RETURN OF SIGHT AND SOUND

SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
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I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE...BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO...BABY
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
I AIN’T NO MUNTER, MORON, HUH
I AIN’T NOTHIN’ LIKE YOU
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YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW
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DON’T TRY TO MAKE EXCUSES
DON’T COME IT WITH THOSE LIES
YOU ALWAYS WERE ABUSIVE
BUT NEVER TOLD ME WHY
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MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
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THOSE MANIC MOMENTS PHASED ME
THE AIR WAS TURNING BLUE
ATTEMPTING TO ERASE ME
WITH THE CHINA THAT YOU THREW

I WILL NOT THINK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE DID
I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE SAID
FOR ALL ETERNITY CONFINED TO MY BED
I’LL KILL YOUR MEMORY, AND SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
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NOW I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
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YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW
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MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
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THOSE MANIC MOMENTS PHASED ME
THE AIR WAS TURNING BLUE
ATTEMPTING TO ERASE ME
WITH THE CHINA THAT YOU THREW
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I WILL NOT THINK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE DID
I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE SAID
FOR ALL ETERNITY, CONFINED TO MY BED,
I’LL KILL YOUR MEMORY,
AND WALK WITH THE DEAD
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I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
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I WOULDN’T IF YOU PAID
YOU’RE NOT THE CHOSEN FEW
REMIND ME OF A BABY
ONE WEEK BEFORE IT’S DUE
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LIKE MRS NOSFERATU
BEFORE THE INTERVIEW
YOU PROVE THAT EVERY NIGHTMARE
EVENTUALLY COMES TRUE
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I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE, BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO, BABY
YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW
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MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
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I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE...BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO...BABY
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
I AIN’T NO MUNTER, MORON, HUH
I AIN’T NOTHIN’ LIKE YOU

SLEEP WITH THE DEAD

YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVOCAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS
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AND THIS, IN A NUTSHELL, BE THE SELFISH SERMON
SELF PRESERVATION AND THE SELFISH GENE
WITHOUT AFFECTION, WITHOUT REFLECTION
COMPLETE REJECTION OF THE GOLDEN RULE
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AND THESE BE THE WORDS OF THE CHILDREN OF JINN
WHO EMULATE THE THINKING OF THE PHOSPHORUS ONE
AS GOG IS OUR WITNESS, AND AS THICK IS OUR SKIN
WE FREELY PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE AS WE WALLOW IN SIN
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YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVOCAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS
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HOODWINKED, THEY LIKE TO THINK
THEY HAVE THE SENSE TO SPOT THE CHINK
TO SEE BEYOND WHEN BEING CONNED
THEIR MINDS, THOUGH, ARE FILLED WITH MISSING LINKS
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PROJECTS AND IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
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PROJECTS AND IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
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THIS THOROUGHLY ULTRA-MODERN PARASITE
BELIEVES YOU'RE SOMETHING VERY GOOD TO EAT
BELIEVES THIS WORLD SITS A TOP....A MOUNTAIN OF HATE
THAT EMPATHY WILL ALWAYS BE A ONE-WAY-STREET
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MACHINATION....
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SICK WORLD....WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION
DECEPTION BE THE TRADEMARK OF THE SNEAKIEST DECEPTION
SIN IS THE ELIXA.....LIFE AND DEATH THROWN IN THE MIXER
THE CURE, A PANACEA....A GOG OF MAGOG CONCEPTION
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A GOG OF MAGOG....MACHINATION
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THE SERPENT COILED AROUND THE EARTH
CONSTRICTION DRESSED UP AS EXPRESSION
HIS MACHINATIONS....HAVE UNFURLED
HIS GOAL….TO MAKE THE LAST IMPRESSION
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HE WALKS THE EARTH, OR DRIVES A HEARSE
REGISTERS EACH BLESSED BIRTH
REPEATS THE ROLL CALL, DAWN AND DUSK
COUNTS THE OBOLUS IN HIS PURSE
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THE SERPENT COILED AROUND THE EARTH
CONSTRICTION DRESSED UP AS EXPRESSION
HIS MACHINATIONS....HAVE UNFURLED
HIS GOAL….TO MAKE THE LAST IMPRESSION
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HE WALKS THE EARTH, OR DRIVES A HEARSE
REGISTERS EACH BLESSED BIRTH
REPEATS THE ROLL CALL, DAWN AND DUSK
COUNTS THE OBOLUS IN HIS PURSE
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HE WALKS THE EARTH, OR DRIVES A HEARSE
REGISTERS EACH BLESSED BIRTH
REPEATS THE ROLL CALL, DAWN AND DUSK
COUNTS THE OBOLUS IN HIS PURSE




SICK WORLD WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION (A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE)

YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVACAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS

AND THIS, IN A NUTSHELL, BE THE SELFISH SERMON
SELF PRESERVATION AND THE SELFISH GENE
WITHOUT AFFECTION, WITHOUT REFLECTION
COMPLETE REJECTION OF THE GOLDEN RULE

AND THESE BE THE WORDS OF THE CHILDREN OF JINN
WHO EMULATE THE THINKING OF THE PHOSPHOROS ONE
AS GOG IS OUR WITNESS, AND AS THICK IS OUR SKIN
WE FREELY PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE AS WE WALLOW IN SIN

YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVACAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS

HOODWINKED, THEY LIKE TO THINK
THEY HAVE THE SENSE TO SPOT THE CHINK
TO SEE BEYOND WHEN BEING CONNED
THEIR MINDS, THOUGH, ARE FILLED WITH MISSING LINKS

PROJECTS AN IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE

PROJECTS AN IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE

THIS THOROUGHLY ULTRA-MODERN PARASITE
BELIEVES YOU'RE SOMETHING VERY GOOD TO EAT
BELIEVES THIS WORLD SITS A TOP....A MOUNTAIN OF HATE
THAT EMPATHY WILL ALWAYS BE A ONE-WAY-STREET

MACHINATION....

SICK WORLD....WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION
DECEPTION BE THE TRADEMARK OF THE SNEAKIEST DECEPTION
SIN IS THE ELIXA.....LIFE AND DEATH THROWN IN THE MIXER
THE CURE, A PANACEA....A GOG OF MAGOG CONCEPTION

A GOG OF MAGOG....MACHINATION

SICK WORLD WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION

STRAIGHT FROM BABYLON
A TWISTED SENSE OF FUN
TO BUY THE SOULS OF MICE AND MEN
SHE SELLS MANIPULATION
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A MOTHER OF A GUN
BORN OF MOON AND SUN
SOME SAY HOB’S ANTIPATHY
OF THE CHOSEN ONE
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MORE THAN JUST A MAN
SHE’S A MYSTERON
LIFE FOR HER AND FOR HER KIND
MEANS DEATH TO EVERYONE
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SHE’S A MYSTERON
SHE’S A MYSTERON
SHE’S A MYSTERON
SHE’S A MYSTERON
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SOMEWHERE INBETWEEN
GOLD AND ENVY GREEN
BEATS A HEART NEXT TO A HEART
THAT’S MEANER THAN THE MEAN
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SHE WALKS AMONG THE WEARY ONES
THE YOUNG ONES GROWING OLD
EATS THE SOUL AND THEN CONTROLS
THE RAT RACE AND THE SCENE
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TYPHOID MARY TO A T
TRIFLES WITH HUMANITY
SYMBOLICALLY A VIRAL SEA
SHE TOUCHES EVERYBODY
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SHE’S A MYSTERON
SHE’S A MYSTERON
SHE’S A MYSTERON
SHE’S A MYSTERON

SHE'S A MYSTERON

MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN
>
MY MIND HAS GOT THE BEST OF ME
PROTESTING THAT I’M CONTRARY
BUT WHO AM I TO DISAGREE
SO MUCH BETTER TO BE CIRCUMSPECT
THAN OVERSTEP SOME SACRED BOUNDARY
>
MY HEAD CONTAINS AN OCEAN
ONE THATS CONSTANTLY IN MOTION
AND AMIDST ALL THIS COMMOTION
I NEVER GET TO BE THE MAN I WANT TO BE
>
NOW THE BATS ARE IN THE BELFRY
LOCKED AWAY IN MY MEMORY
WITH ONLY ROCKS FOR COMPANY
CONCEALED UNDER A LOCK OF SHIFTING HAIR
>
ACCESSED WITH THE TWIST OF A SKELETON KEY
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MY MIND, MY MIND
>
MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN
SO I’M….NEVER ALONE
>
NEVER HAVE TO THINK FOR MYSELF
OR LOOK AFTER MY HEALTH
CAN JUST GO WITH THE FLOW
SIMPLY SAY, I DONT KNOW
SPEND THE DAY STARING OUT OF THE WINDOW
>
I’M OUT OF MY MIND
>
EARNED LONG AGO TO KEEP MY PLACE
TO NEVER SHOW MY REAL FACE
TO DO SO WOULD DISTURB THE FLOW
TO DO SO WOULD OPEN THE WINDOW
>
MY MIND, MY MIND
>
I ONLY HAVE ONE MEMORY
THE DAY I CHOSE TO DISAGREE
I BEGGED TO DIFFER, FOOLISHLY
AND PAID THE PRICE EMPHATICALLY
>
MY MIND, MY MIND
>
MY SILVER LINED MIXED UP MIND
CAN SOMETIMES LAG BEHIND
WITHOUT WARNING, EVERY MORNING
HE KEEPS PULLING DOWN THE BLINDS

MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN

WAVE AFTER WAVE, HEADING FOR THE LAST RAVE
THE PARTY TO END ALL PARTIES
WAREHOUSE NUMBER 1, OUR CHOSEN GRAVE
WE'RE THROWN BACK IN TIME TO THE 1960'S
>
BUILDINGS CRASHING
CITIES FRYING
ALL AROUND
THE PEOPLE DYING
>
MUSHROOM SMOKIN’
FEED YOUR CRAVIN'
THE WORLD IS ENDING....
BUT WE KEEP ON RAVIN'
>
BUT WE KEEP ON RAVIN'
>
BUT WE KEEP ON RAVIN'
BUT WE KEEP ON RAVIN'
>
YET ANOTHER SHOCKWAVE
THE FINAL CLOSE SHAVE
CUBA JUST THE SHADOW OF A FUTURE TO BE
>
NOW THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO SAVE
THIS EARTH, A MAKESHIFT EARLY GRAVE
BURIES THE REMAINS OF EVERY COUNTRY
>
OPPENHEIMER MET THE MIND OF ALBERT EINSTEIN
THIS FUSION LED TO FISSION
SPELLED THE END FOR MANKIND
>
THE EARTH IS DRIFTING
TECTONIC PLATES; SHIFTING
THE OCEANS ARE RISING
HORIZON SINKING
>
HIROSHIMA WAS MONDAY
NAGASAKI A THURSDAY
FAT MAN IMPLODED WHILE THE LITTLE BOY WHINED
SO THIN MAN OUT OF SORTS WITH P239
SOUGHT A RE-INVENTED PROJECT OF THE MANHATTAN KIND
>
BUT WE KEEP ON RAVIN'
BUT WE KEEP ON RAVIN'
>
ONE LAST DANCE
ONE LAST DANCE
>
THE PUSH BECOMES SHOVE
WITH THE DEATH OF EACH DOVE
THEN SOMEONE MAKES A JOKE ABOUT DOOMSDAY
>
THERE'S A TIME NOT TO LAUGH
AND A TIME YOU SHOULDN'T CRY
BUT THIS DESPAIR READS LIKE....A SEL-FULFILLING PROPHECY
>
HIROSHIMA WAS MONDAY
NAGASAKI A THURSDAY
FAT MAN IMPLODED WHILE THE LITTLE BOY WHINED
SO THIN MAN OUT OF SORTS WITH P239
SOUGHT A RE-INVENTED PROJECT OF THE MANHATTAN KIND
>
BUT WE KEEP ON RAVIN'
BUT WE KEEP ON RAVIN'
>
ONE LAST DANCE....FAT MAN AT THE GO-GO
ONE LAST DANCE....FAT MAN AT THE GO-GO
>
BUT WE KEEP ON RAVIN'
BUT WE KEEP ON RAVIN'
>
ONE LAST DANCE....FAT MAN AT THE GO-GO
ONE LAST DANCE....FAT MAN AT THE GO-GO

PARTY TO END ALL PARTIES

Refreshing the parts mainstream shite cannot reach!

OUTSIDE THE BOX THAT'S OUTSIDE ALL THE BOXES

CRACKHEAD AT THE GO-GO

My conclusion, which I actually reached long before Election Day, USA is the BUTT of the CRUELEST JOKE of all, and deservedly so!
Trump’s second term in office is simply confirmation of what we knew all along, USA IS A NATION OF BORN YESTERDAY FOOLS!

Steven Vellou Horne aka Gothic Funk

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