This man May have a shitload To prove He`s got to settle a score Against the groove Infinite orgasm Like endless joy and pain Thunder to my ears Like a holy rain An aural wall of waking Awash in purple paint And a digging Of the flowers in your yard Electric rays of healing Intensify the feeling of hatred Towards the things you say I ain`t Fear a man-child His soul and semen Pathetic thoughts he thinks Forever Heard you caused a landslide Walking home Soon slide the man-child Under your coat Product of your generation Product of your masturbation Product of a master plan Product of a holy man Product of infanticide Product of decaying minds Product of mass corruption The product And its production
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