Abstrakt Algebra Stigmata
Like a ton of bricks The ultimate fix In this 'shangri-la' I'm the human crucifix
Brutalized penetration Nine inch salvation The ecclestical thrill Instant life refill
Pandemonic pain Relation profane A neurotic mission To purified non-fiction
Magnified recussance The salt of the endurance But I hate the pleasance Of iconized acceptance
It's called frustration It's called frustration So called frustration Who needs frustration
I need frustration We need frustration
As a product of the environment I accept the causes of the jungle Mentally. But when I walk through the Shadow of the valley of death I fear all evil
I hide under my stone Where my ego can be alone From all violated eyes And supersonic lies
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Ethno-cultural storms Butterflies and worms Aphasic isolation And total aggravation
An observing eye When worlds collide The apathic relation Is like clinical masturbation
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