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the beast sits cross legged with hammer and chisel
he's tapping away at your little ribcage
there is escape in his veins and sooner or later he'll break those chains
He is the red in your eye that keeps you from weeping
he is the thorn in your side that keeps you from sleeping

The beast down on two knees with rusting old scalpel
he's carving his name into your breast-plate.
He leaves the poison on your sleeping tongue
and when you awake you'll shoot the venom

You're writing your book but the story keeps chaninging
nobody dying and nobody ageing.
You're the worst buddhist that I've ever seen
If I could just slip myself into your dream

Set the Fucker Loose.

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