Lay me down before a misguided master race
Scratch my skin with the grit of your churlish face
Medicate and simplify my mind inside
Complications cut, curtailed and justified
But that I’ll miss her
But that I’ll miss her
Whilst your lady leader lactates
Your unelected candidates
Mind aligned with your nadir reason
Citizens with their flesh cleansed of treasons
Sterile sparks maligned by lust crushing capsules
Double dosed their ardour belying thrills
Whilst your lady leader lactates
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