Something wicked comes
Lookin’ up for you
There’s nothing wickeder
Than what’s already real...
Walkin’ through a mighty dead crowd...
Squiling like a pig
Fluoride is kickin’ in
Mind is like a parachute
Works better when it’s open...
Walkin’ through a mighty dead crowd...
There’s no way out...[1]
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