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In KFC I never see that the popcorn chicken won't fix it,
A love decease, talk in Japanese and I swear to god I'll hear it,
My skin crawls with all these particles,
I wanna fuck you, not read your articles.
You think it's all a deathtrap,
But the deathtrap is you,
Waste your hours whinging,
When all this time you knew.
Oh Ulysses, it hurts.
Oh Ulysses, I'm going through growth spurts.
To my gums, to my lungs,
my nails, my seams,
my glands, my bands,
To my crippled little dreams.
There's something inside of me,
Something magnificent,
Ungodly, demonic,
Loathsome and heaven-sent,
And I refuse to be drunk,
At the wheel of my soul,
I'm a Nazcar racer,
Not a still-born foal.
This way to the holocaust theme park,
This way to the private disco,
This way to the shattering shark tank,
This way to the yellowing snow,
This way to the emperor's whore house,
The pre-teens always on parade,
This way to the door never opened,
This way to forever afraid.
You think it's all a deathtrap,
But the deathtrap is you,
Buck up Rogers, you're flying, don't be blue.
This way to the Raygun Road,
This way to the sun and the shade,
This way to the door that was opened,
This way to never ever afraid.
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