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Corinthian parasitesdevouring all that was typecastthat hinge it bears a safety burnher grimace shorn of lightI came here to bathe in your ashto pick apart your filthy heart beaten to the leftthe sleepy wheels rolled 6amso early in the morningWhen it gagged on stucco boils plagued beneath vast kilowattstaken piss breaks out of clues, gaping foulNothing towards the night gown stainswhen sustenance is your sulking maskI won't get Tourette's if you don't get Tourette'sI won't get Tourette's if you don't get to restI haven't heard a groan like thatsince jailbait bars came blessed with rugsI'll wrap this lightpost round your devoted staffI haven't heard a groan like thatsince jailbait bars came blessed with rugscame their sighs of twisting cables Aus Songtexte Mania