The retreads,
The night terrors.
The meat is a standard,
The chewing a good.
The circuit feeds the slow.
Re-split it.
Re-sell it.
Declawing the artwork.
I wish that he would.
This shed is growing old.
Man, this has got to be some kind of a fucking joke.
My God,
My God.
This time, we're going soul to soul.
You're goddamn right.
My God,
My God.
He who makes us makes us whole.
You're goddamn right
You're goddamn right.
We spread it,
The deep secret.
These are a man's hands.
That's how I know.
Pushing and filling in holes.
Yeah, I said it.
Yeah, I said it.
Sever the bad hands.
Give us a show.
Well, I could be filling in my own.
Yeah, right.
My God,
My God.
This time, we're going soul to soul.
You're goddamn right.
My God,
My God.
He who makes us makes us whole.
You're goddamn right.
You're goddamn right
The circuit feeds the slow.
That's how we know.
That's how we know.
That's how we know.
The circuit feeds the slow.
That's how we know.
That's how we know.
That's how we know.
My God,
My God.
This time, we're going soul to soul.
You're goddamn right.
My God,
My God.
He who makes us makes us whole.
You're goddamn right.
You're goddamn right.

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