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After all... No one has to hatch these days.... since eating ones own shell is so depressing scowering your liquid rhine for those first few vitamins all To euthanize the yolk slicked white horse you rode in on to stand and wipe the blue birth blood from your eyes alone No one spits up mothers milk at 21 wearing their umbilical cord outside their clothing at a highschool dance or sits brushing the blue birth blood from their hair at 30something These are the days of anyone being blonde The days of mind convincing and the god/luck medium a time of gold and uncertainty noise and expensive genetic victory The proper time for bright black clothes and last ditch diets The information age and all its molecular pimping These are salutations from a nebulous and smoking 90's base anthems of an American cancer soiciety cold Fork and fuel of the terrible great nothing much Aus Songtexte Mania