Hung up to guru idols I await the maw
We refuse your table scraps
You're heartfelt sobs
Your egomanic daydream must see tv desires
give us a handful of electric impulses
Give us a live tiger we can unleash on the healthy and successful
In this vein we execute the supreme directive
Ever onward fuck the past and the dead and the death we owe
Give us oblivionic discourse
Give us now or we take it from your mouths
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