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Pitchblende - Cyclorama lyrics
here's news you can't use, no bright ideas, no inspiration, or the best intentions a story of half truths, watered down, no innovation, a flawed invention it makes the head spin, a centrifuge the circuit scrambles then blows it's fuse mixing metaphors, confusing tense a vicious circle that never ends deserving reproof, censure worthy, unruly usage coerces repulsion an edit frenzy too huge to file, too wide to hide, to red a herring it lacks in reason, less common sense at fever pitch ink melts and blends mixing metaphors, confusing tense a vicious circle that never ends a blue screen life, living in others scenes, takes where'd you rather be, shows you what you would rather see punched up on the psych, snaps you out of lethargy, image here is everything cyclorama |
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