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That exciting human land really suits you well
Hey. I check how other people act, then correct my step
This kind of common rhythm is all for the sake of money,
living,
vanity,
and honor
My stomach is a boogie woogie-ing, splashing my syrup all over
In my head is a growing sense of the world
Baby, I'm taken with you guys
Baby, I'm taken with you guys
That dumb face suits you in this messed up monster land
It's really the end of the world, and he is the symbol of it
The maggots of flies which buzz around a rotting culture
hatch
as he farts
at the mandala
You are soggy with splashy, plump instinct
A sense of the universal solidifies in my head
Baby, I'm impressed by you all
You mustn't do that; if you do, there's no saving you
No saving you
No saving you, there's no saving you