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Dark Side of the Sun
I'm dark the side of the sun
That neither/nor you thought
You could disprove
You know you could of not
Gone...
No point in wasting my life
Or time, what a relief
Left in my right
Wasted in your hatred
Because I waste time
Listening to words
From nothing...
I'm the dark side of the sun
don't you do it so well
reflect all things you know so well
Like who I am.
You like to press play
On your answering machine
Listen to the sound of
Blood echoing
While the moon is waiting
For you to be the loon
In your bright happy room
With your practical machine
So obscene
This isn't a mob scene
It is even better then a sex scene
So fucking obscene
So fucking obscene
It's your scene
Your screen-dream
what a hate machine
boom boom boom
blah aaaaaah
sneezes in your general direction
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What?
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