You are what you everyday
Flush down under water spray
This is your really face
This is your really fame
There your children find their end
Millions of them, unborn yet
Conceal traces of a crime
The victims of which no one finds
No more guilt and no regrets
They’ve been smoothly overstepped
No more need to go outside
I taste all now in my mind
This is my really face
This is my really fame
The answer I have always had
For all your questions...
but the one you’ll never get.
drain hole
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