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Poly

For those who hate me
creativity is immortal

You might as well have aborted me

I know you want to take me
Touch poly,
take my hand,
�feel the threshold,
'til I'm hooked, suckling
� � � � � withdrawals,
� � � � � � � � �for once they ressurrected into candy

madame euphoria
Hole in my ears,
sittin'
in a corner
'til my lights are
� out
degraded
�inside the mind again
�and again
there's my lover:
canopy wisdom

The carbonation
hasn't broken me,
you know,
� �not in this bed,
� � bubbling stimuli,
I'm on one mountain,
� You am I.

Hooked, hooked on discovering myself

yeh, I'm not satisfied

You sit in my corner watching me

Revoked a thousand souls, darling I haven't one

Think you see in the dark?
" No vampire am I, freak"
just give back my Cyclops

see the reason of life right in front of my eyes

you owe me my own dimension.