Pretty faces, pretty hip.
Bodies hang to drain and drip.
So submit and letжЉЇ pretend,
YouжЉ®e not a hollow charlatan.

Velcro whores they fill the streets,
Infecting everyone they meet.
The hourglass is karmaжЉЇ curse.
Each grain of sand is a universe.

Laser beams and cattle prods.
Sacrifices for the gods.
Divinities, orgasmic hymns,
Will fuck you with prosthetic limbs.

As ulcerations form,
They soon know they will lose fingers and toes.
Swollen ends and bloody gauze,
Curse us all.

IжЉіe watched you suffer,
For so long it seems.
And somehow I look the other way.
IжЉіe watched you fall apart
Like my leper friend.
And somehow I look the other way.

An outcast deprived of festal joy.
Prostration
It seems is here to stay.
My limbless friend will die alone.
A torso of flesh upon the throne.
My limbless friend will die alone.
A torso of flesh?

The cure for clinical depression is a lobotomy.

My limbless friend will die alone.
A torso of flesh upon the throne.
My limbless friend will die alone.
A torso of flesh?

IжЉіe watched you fall apart
Like my leper friend.
And somehow I look the other way.
IжЉіe watched you suffer,
For so long it seems.
And somehow I look the other way.

Leper, leper friend.


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