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Kiss your mother now I think you should So I'm wearin' thin, same old trip again, Kick you while you're down you knew I would I said how long? Until you crack man Face numb heroin, same old trip again Drag your sister down you never learn Teach your brother how and watch him burn Feel you come I see your red flower loveliness, Shoot the fun I feel your black hollow consciousness I turned you on to what they call the fuckin' devil's son, Your paranoia is starting to bore ya' I kiss you all the feeble and the damage done, The feeling is so that I'm sick and I'm breaking Your paranoia is starting to bore ya' My bleeding is for ya' so that I'm dead
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