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from by Ascended Masters

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You need a fad for you math, I hope it tastes Gadd
'cause there are 50 ways, to eat from a chapstock
so send it in the mail

There's an automatic seat, made out of concrete
and I'll kick you in the seat, a couple of times
Where's my squid sandwich? Send it in the mail

What am I even trying to say?
Damanstration, damage trashcan
I will bottle you along with Kate Chopin
and attach you to an E-mail

Vomet has come to recover
the Chenglle Tower and the Greenl Sanke
while we drink hot sake attached to an email


Up and down and left and right
I think I smell a bonegas
And I hear it warning me
not to drink the cartilage juice
unless you're Proust

Jaundiced eyes catch a fire
on Lucifer's nutrient
My lightbulb fills up with dust
'til I take it away
it's gone to pray

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from Ascended Masters, released October 10, 2008

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