I’m in deep too deep subterranean tunnelling in the dark sifting shit for a living if you can call it living I’m inclined to think I’m beyond that I was pronounced dead by the committee and the committee ought to know this could be my hell or some other phony religious device I’ve got to get out of this hole before it becomes my nest I’m loaded with dynamite I just don’t have no matches but one day I’ll explode catalysed by friction and I’ll see you all again in the kingdom yet to come
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