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Correct Belle Glade Missionaries Lyrics
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Belle Glade missionaries are here to steal your cocaine You better send your malaria to puncture their brains Send them back to where they came from Send them back to the savannahs of disease From your first psychotic episode to your juggernoose schitzophrenia It's your dysphoric mania that makes you so likeable That makes everyone want to save you Save you only for themselves They're letting children get blown up in their schools today So they can get them back into their factories I know it pains me to see you all being so betrayed But I guess you'll never know so it doesn't matter Doesn't matter Those people must be high because the bitter winter winds Have made the bones of my jaw go hollow and there's a scent That there's a prowler on the prairie Leaving hair on the walls We helped to flatten the sound abound down below the street And my greatest fear is release into someone else's consciousness And still there's these razors to pretend with They're letting children get blown up in their schools today Just so they can get them back into their factories You know it pains me to see you all being so betrayed But I guess you'll never know so it doesn't matter I have a sense you want to be the female Henry Miller Cynically referring to your lovers as your pricks And exploiting other people's madness Ah nemesis, you claimed to have called out to me Telepathically through our archaic mediums But I never once heard you so I think you were just lying again Feel like I'm in Beckett's Malloy Like some nature people avoid Like my talents been destroyed Like I'm some paraspectral voice With no choices at the present Still there's a value in things unpleasant While you post naked gifs of your epileptic fits And keep track of your hits While your friends don't give a shit They view your fugues with amusement All the evils in the universe, there are no victims Only participants They're letting children get blown up in their schools today So they can get them back into their factories It pains me to see you all being so betrayed But I guess you'll never know so it doesn't matter Can't trust my instincts lately They don't feel organic They feel more synthetic They feel more synthetic They feel more synthetic Synthetic Synthetic
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