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  • Brooks Was Here
    I've been a captive for as long as I could speak I've slipped my hands off the cuffs So I could cut my loss for words Don't be so juvenile I can hear you persev...
  • Debauchery
    We can never be anything more Than a sorry excuse for a fledgling plague But if we keep it up this way We'll have em' writhing, have em' running, keep em' all a...
  • No Time For Lionel
    The herd is bred in synthetic thought Cultivated in pretense Dyed in the wool just enough to go unnoticed By the dabbler, the fly by night, and the dilettante T...
  • Pretendonitis
    If only we could be better strangers I'd give you the courtesy of a glance exchanged Between the once acquainted estranged Unsure of their relation I only have...
  • The Big Finish
    Out of my way, spare the formalities Clear the path to my proofed assets I've got windmills to joust, And an audience of swooning guests I've only got so much t...