| Adam eats and digs and Eve craves more truth
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| Snakes and graves and serpents and monuments
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| Of leaves and garden refuse spilling out like tigers
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| at any chance of cloudburst
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| Aleph brought forward (?) the new age
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| And the ponies and unicorns fell
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| and the crystals and Celestine skull formed
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| and the bug rites fell
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| and easy prophet sells tales of astral friendships
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| in soaps and satans
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| But Aleph is adam
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| Aleph and adam stand on Docetic Mountain
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| The women’s faces are full of stars
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| and mischief into the words of the book
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| And the lips of the cup
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| And the trumpets
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| And the seals
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| and the candlesticks lighting the nervous to bed
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| and your bed with seas and flowers
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| and the nylon lion on your rug
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| Roaring like a supermarket
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| On the rack and on its back
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| I called the martyrs as witness
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| To this piss poor mess
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| and the belief for the fly like from the mountains
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| In curtains of eyes
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| Sniffing like foxes at count
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| and singing humming:
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| «Oh Microwave (Oh Microwave)
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| Oh Galaxy Kill (Oh Galaxy Kill)»
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| They have misled themselves, Caesar and christ
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| No back, no face, covered in useless snow
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| Praise for Christ and for Hekla (?)
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| Under low Volcanoes
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| Smothered by wheels and drowning in silica
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| Your beheaded heads «ing simian or Jonah
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| And the stars rain down, sparkling cold and bloody
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| I remember you and pray for you, all of you
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| who were, are, and shall be murdered by Caesars
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| As the nations gather and faded
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| The poor house ate grated hounds
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| The center, the chisel of the beast
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| Guests of their own Farewell Feast
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| Asha came to me in a dream
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| and in the wheel swirls the scarlet girl
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| delivers pornography by the queen
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| Onto my chest, I said I am aleph
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| I am Adam and I am under attack since eight
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| I saw the bells and the jars
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| and the pale drains, empty wine
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| Useless in the heathen (?)
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| How great was the jungle
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| The dogs clutch heads
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| Catch and cough our bulls
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| Chattering like streams
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| As the stopwatch shuts
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| The moon, hot trot, foxtrot
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| The fane trapping fogs for dreams
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| Samaritan says oh just one word
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| Aleph says, «This is the Bikini Blast
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| Easter rabbit your conquers in the smallest (?)
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| I saw the ghost train fake orgasms for the cliffs
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| Beached children from the so much
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| oh so much, I wanted you near
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| The cats, the scrambled dust, jitterbugs
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| taking stock of its life |