Abandon your senses And the sentences trapped in your mouth. They're just rational for a paper trail Of actors distracting me. Tear out your circuits, all you robots, All you highly paid chess machines. There is no answer to the questions Under your wiring.
There is one opening move In talks of disarmament: We'll forget nothing.
Leave your possessions by the front door. And we'll burn them in effigy. Call us from nowhere on a pay phone And reverse all… read more
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