d**h of the form our dreams would have attained
d**h of the will, desire and dismay
like a nazi mith of red eternal youth
'till nothing is what you think of
pop k**s your soul
just like everything else does
we fancied and we expected, we are all the same
and we all get so ban*l, and we all making the same talks
'bout years of collapsing we missunderstend
leaking down through my hands
pop k**s your soul...as everything else has done
I'm seven years old, listen to the song
you were a yeti whoman hairy fierce and lone
I 'member the rage your face disintegrated
and the fear that I would not ehy! hate it
pop k**s your soul...as everything else has done
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