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We'll smoke crack with the princesHere at the end of the worldIt's all a matter of hate and disgust, they're gonna cook who's leftAnd get on with the feast and fly saucers to the sunAs we chase after the universeBut we're always behindWe crawled up from the mudWe grew feet and got braveThere were puddles of gutsWhere a million others laid down and died'Cause the heat was too greatAnd the mosquitoes were too bigAnd they were so filled with blood that they were popping and bursting all over the placeSo the ground was redIt's time to face yourselfAnd try and deal with the stenchStained glass, flavor crystalsAnd people with their bodies broken to bitsThere comes a time when there's nothing left to buildSo you just shudder and smileMillions of terrible mothsThey came down from the skyAnd they cover my body, I can't breath to escapeThey thud in my ears and crawl over my chestIt's hardly funnyWe live tiny livesWe beg for money and sexA quick sweet shiver, and then you come back to yourselfYou'll never be the same again 'cause it's slipped through your handsAnd you can only hope for somethingThat will finally lastWe'll plant trees with the killersAs the sirens wailAnd the smoke drifts upAnd the highway shiversIt's the junk monster spittingIt's the witch at her cauldronIt's a dog with a conscienceIt's a fish in the mudIt's the sound of God dyingIt's a crisis of meaningMillions of terrible moths
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