time means nothing conventions are shackles are you in the mood to see something special? I don’t know I never did maybe I got religion it didn’t bring me joy I’ve seen this movie before I remember how it ends the sun shines cool and thin on the gilded palace of sin it’s an open casket affair the world is pale and weary in her winter skin these are the final days of our cockroach empire stupefied and dazed like so many dancing bears the latest, lastest craze oxygen deprivation we’re choking on our dreams our chemical castration it’s been a long time coming but we refused to read the signs it’ll be a long time gone before we make amends
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