Rock through
Make die
Give’em electropie
All the stage
Is of the Mage
The mares matter not
In the end their lot
Shall fall to the Sage
Know ye not what for
Their neither bears our nor?
’tis for their lies
They tyin’ up their ties
In earnest they wear this rope
Their discipline dope
Their last string
In cases to hang on
When not to sing.
Neckroundwise fathomth it, its sit, its shirtshitsweat under the neath, the overshowered, under-aired neck
Wheron no speck
On the outward to be seen.
Sweat then, sweetie
Into your bowels and arse
When upwards heat
Ye to beat
Swallowin’ farce
Round yer necks got stuck
Just for the buck
Ye suck
(Das Channeling stammt von Uhle-Haronen und könnte kleine Übertragungsfehler enthalten, da die Quelle zwischenzeitlich psychedelischer zu werden schien.)
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