I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on Ginger bread Along came a choo choo knoked my monkey coo coo and now my monkey's Dead At least he looks that way but then again don't we all? What I make is what I am I can't be forever "make you break you make you break you lookout" We are our own wicked gods with little g's and big dicks Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise The primate's scream of consonance is a reflection Of his own mind's dissonance
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