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clean, so clean, so pinbright new    
stick the pin through the tension point in the palm  
of your hand and feel nothing.  
but does the stomach flip    
like a little beastie is beating himself off in there?    
i can stand up fine and my brain is like a new flipchart    
someone in my head wastes paper    
we're of the same mind then we both want to watch humanity choke on its polluted piss    
    
people say what goes up must come down and
every silver lining has a cloud    
my sky's clear, clear    
i guess there has to be a comedown sometime but  
not now