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It’s all filth and flesh around
And I sit in a corner and stare
Few dogs and dolls crawl
For some food and it’s me
And it’s all okay…
It’s all about grime and greed
And my brain flee in bits
It’s a dry meat and taste,
So weird but it’s all okay…
It’s all okay…
It’s all mud and mug of blood
And it bleeds from my nerves
In a dark room I sit in a corner
And seek for some peace but…
It’s all okay… it’s all okay…
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Caution : Kindly avoid psychedelic music. It’s like a drug, and I’m a victim.
-- N J