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Come get entangled in this big mess,
Hope that you don't rip or tear that great dress.
Shiver and cower in the corner of the room,
Flee with your heart from this gross midnight gloom.
Hanging under the pendulum, you're hyptonised
By this busy blur. If your heart is sclerotised,
Come running by this demise as long as it's compromised
Because this mess is greater than any of those lies.
My nose scrunches up, I recoil and gag,
My lips curl back now I'm caught up in this drag.
If anything, I'd escape; go and get me a fag,
I'll indulge in my lungs being ruined, then I'll raise the flag.
As long as disgust exists, we'll all find repulsion,
Nausea and vomiting, it's everything that's in motion.
Try to escape it. You can't - you'll see - destroy this emotion
That controls you like a puppet, head down in deep devotion.
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