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Lower Dens – Plastic & Powder Lyrics

His head is shaved
His tongue flicks on his lips

From the purse in his hand comes
An oft-welcomed gift which
In hindsight
Had I been wise
Would not have been received so willingly

Oh, these birds never stop
They just keep flapping
A thousand putrid wings

What if my skin sloughs off?
What if my tongue curls up?
What will the vangaurd think of me
And my pedigree?
Will they ever climb down?
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