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Postmadonna - Whose Absinthe Is this
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When you said the sea was read The moon peeled back On the bed crept doubt Islands without Our rafts Our wood Would you? When you said the womb was cold Heads on mice We wilt like waves Be bottomless Our rafts Our wood Would you (The sound it stills) Sensum slowly slicing your eye I cant remember a place where a sense of self resides Vision blinding, flight from the sky No I, drunk with the absinthe mind Sitting between the pig and the prick We see you, we see you zoellick Sitting between the pig and the prick We're closing in zoellick When you said the sea was red On the bed crept doubt When you said the womb was cold We wilt like waves (The sound it stills) Sensum slowly slicing your eye I cant remember a place where a sense of self resides Vision blinding, flight from the sky No I, drunk with the absinthe mind Disparity reeks of fucking slime Scores of revolving doors expanding their bottom line Lets expose the anti zen The men who pose as righteous Only when lucrative to them The cycle stretches over bested men And raps around until their dead And stepping on anothers neck We spoil his wife, we steal his breath And if you wonder what comes next... And stepping on anothers neck We spoil his wife, we steal his breath And if you wonder what comes next... Just take a look, the cycle stretches over bested men Until their DEAD Until their DEAD Until their DEAD
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