When all the files delete themselves and all the clocks reset themselves to twelve we'll be synchronized in eternal doomsday time. Future time is all the rage, electromagnetic dark age. The more that things decay the more room we have to play.

You've got to make allowances for the human factor.

Might be your love connection,
Might clear up your complexion.
No money changes hands,
No salesman ever calls.
When all the files delete themselves I'll microwave your cancer cells.
Chemotherapy- telepathically.


Lyrics submitted by Malhavic

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