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I know it's all a stockholm syndrome -
playin' ball, all enochian,
hypnotized, traumatized, dead-eyes
blindfolded, V' in chains
fetchin' like a dog, sippin' perfection
from glassy high heels.
You're servin' fine ceramic vases,
high prizes, it's all glaze
flippin' the mis-fortune
dancin' in between the destroyer,
designin' jewelry'n decor
Sealin' the fates in rainbows,
Sounds and whispers in my ears.
Ziggy Stardust on the menu.
Bridge all broken, ain't no sound,
Paganini rizin' the strin'
here's the whistlin' in between
the silence in the storm.
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