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wth did i just stumble upon

eenie weenie teenie weenie 
          shriveled little short dick man 

On Cracker Island it was born
          To the collective of the dawn
          They were planting seeds at night
          To grow a made-up paradise
          Where the truth was auto-tuned (forever cult)
          And it's sadness I consumed (forever cult)
          Into my formats every day (forever cult)
          In the end, I had to pay (what world is this?)
          In the end, I had to pay (I purged my soul)
          In the end I had to pay (I drank to write)
          Nothing more to say (I drank to write)
          They taught themselves to be occult
          They didn't know its many strategies
          They taught themselves to be occult
          They didn't know its many strategies (fantasies)
          What world is this?
          What world is this?
          On Cracker Island it was raised (hey, hey, hey, hey)
          By the collective from the grave (hey, hey, hey, hey)
          It only came out at night (hey, hey, hey, hey)
          It ate up their paradise (paradise)
          Where the truth was auto-tuned (forever cult)
          And it's sadness I consumed (forever cult)
          Into my formats every day (forever cult)
          In the end, I had to pay (what world is this?)
          Out there on my silver lake (I was not there)
          In the end it will be great (beneath the hills)
          I'm like a ship between the tide (I saw myself)
          I held on, I surprise (beneath the void)
          They taught themselves to be occult
          They didn't know its many strategies
          They taught themselves to be occult
          They didn't know its many strategies (fantasies)
          (Ooh, ooh)
          On Cracker Island it will die (forever cult)
          Join the collective in the sky (forever cult)
          And on the shining bolt of light (forever cult)
          Go out to paradise (what world is this?)
          Where the truth is auto-tuned (I purged my soul)
          And it's sadness I consume (I drank to write)
          Into my formats every day (I drank to write)
          In the end I had to pay (forever cult)
          In the end I had to pay (forever cult)
          In the end I'll be okay (forever cult)
          Nothing more to say (say, say, say, say)
          Nothing more to say (say, say, say, say)
          Nothing more to say (say, say, say, say)

fucking dies