6.Blue Serge
Worn out. Gone. Ocean calmly lowers bodies. Offering.
And a whim's condition as night falls. It spills diseases into
mental sores.
Mind (mine) exploding, you fucking liar. Mind (mine) exploding,
you fucking liar.
Lines form short man's view. Cassandra's curse. Prophet's eyes
see the truth they
perceive as lies.
This controls my mind.
After supper all (or) much fatter. How to reconcile this matter
？
This controls my mind.
Lies disfigured one on the top. Oh, yeah. No distinction. The
soaking sing. I recognize
？？？ Oh, yeah.
A screaming phrased an ill contempt. Oh, yeah. It's not worth
it. Not worth it. Oh,
yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
This controls my mind. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. This controls my
mind.
Oh, yeah ... This controls my mind. Oh, yeah ... This controls
my mind. Oh, yeah ...
This controls my mind. Oh, yeah ... This controls my mind. Oh,
yeah ...
Oh, yeah ...
So whose resolve cant stop them now. Raving mad so very small.
Kisses dust storm
wave good-bye. Have no need to scrape so high.
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