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Jan 09, 2005 02:40

Noone knows what it's like to be a dustbin in Shaft's Bree.
A faded soul damned to nothingness in a cycle of forever.
Follow the path until you realize you failed Geometry.
Plow through this shit like you've never done it before.
Pretend everything's alright;
Remember sharing our creativity?
We learned it in Kindergarten,
So let's share our semantic strings with forbidden bards,
In a land never known.
Everyone's thinks their shown,
Where's the pocket ace in your cards?
You don't need a Fender, Martin,
Forget the semantic divinity
Slaughter this urge to fight,
Amen to the preacher's choir to this crescendo of amore,
Understand the instant of death, see archery,
I nod my head, pretend that you're the one who's clever.
Everyone's favorite ninja turtle's Raph, see?
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