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Mania
This is where you are with it,
Your head splits open to the white meat
and she takes you
away from the wreckage of your ship
away from your reality
So you’re happy
as a servant
as a nurse
as a scapegoat
And you wait
for a plane ticket
an escape
from your illness.
Your head splits open to the white meat
and she takes you
away from the wreckage of your ship
away from your reality
So you’re happy
as a servant
as a nurse
as a scapegoat
And you wait
for a plane ticket
an escape
from your illness.
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