Tear Garden - Empathy With The Devil lyrics correction

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My flavor is the stuff of locusts. Hot chili firebrand spitting volcano
Teeth.  Bleeding skies, sulpher mines... The foul breath of Satan's favorite
Gutter worm.  You feel me when I'm close - an ice wind of steel stilettos
Hammered in your spine.  Quicksilver nausea spinning, spewing forth and
Everything's a mess.  Every posession you ever had - wrecked - lying at your
Feet.  Telegrams that tell you God is dead piled high on the tv.  The
Incessant tv.  Burbling.  Distorted.  A cheesecake nun advertising 20 brands
Of sea cow lemon shit in 60 different languages.  A gargoyle handjives for
The hard of hearing.  Subliminals.  Criminals.  Phoney buisinessmen in thick
Rimmed glasses.  Bad comedians.  Laughing bags aping the Hallelujah chorus -
The forgotton version - out of key (slightly).  Just enough to annoy you.
My flavor is cheap perfume on rotting Man-Ray maggots!  Dead maggots.  My
Flavor's a wound re-opening by surprise, green fishes eyes flowing out.
Wriggling things.  Gelatinous.  Still alive and screaming - out of key
(slightly).  Just enough to annoy you.  My flavor's a plunging elevator a
Millisecond before it hits the cellar.  A cellar with mutated rats.  Old -
Very old - lost teeth.  Abortions.  Garbage.  So pungent it hums - out of
Key (slightly).  Just enough to annoy you.  My flavor's your flavor.  Deep
Within you.  Hidden.  Waiting to get out...

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