Try to rip my mouth off
What kinda renaissance is this anyway
You call it revolt, I call it my exclusion
Your social realism
And all you dudes are busy defecting to the Soviets
While I look in the mirror and see how it goes down
I see a baby, a baby who will kill us
an ism schism

I can't believe it, I can't believe it's all true
but it's time and we know what to do
The door is open - your face is long
It's time to go, no, no, no, no
better believe it, better believe it's all true
That kid will be the death of you
I take the mule bone and I raise it up high
as the nurse's body twitches and the brains fly
no, no, no, no, no



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