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Call it what you will,
If pressed and pressed again
Then something surely spills.
Who cleans and who forgets?

It’s hard to tell if I am well.
These spinning lights are disco hell.

It’s not an axe you have to lift,
It’s not a load that you can split.
It’s not an axe you have to lift to lift to lift.

It’s not an axe you have to lift,
It’s not a load that you can split.
It’s not an axe you have to lift to lift to lift.

Pressure combusting,
Aligned in redded growth
We’ll choke, we’ll choke.
My teeth are nothing
More than shards of bone.
One night will drain the blood from your eyes.

It’s hard to tell if I am well.
These spinning lights are disco hell.

It’s not an axe you have to lift,
It’s not a load that you can split.
It’s not an axe you have to lift to lift to lift.

It’s not an axe you have to lift,
It’s not a load that you can split.
It’s not an axe you have to lift to lift to lift.

Keep myself in record shape.
Keep myself in record shape.

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