Oh cold mother morning, I got your sheen on me.

Oh no, what a sharp haunting, I got your glean in me

You make while you can, live while ya do, play the games at hand

Oh mother morning, oh cold mama. I want your shit on me

Want to spit onto cleavage,

Miss avatar torpedo

Miss Strange arranged adventure tour

You detect subcutaneous rift

Magnetic power of boundaries switched

Off, Intellect lost,¬†Listener’s cough

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