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    What's this machine that feeds me
    Digesting feeling insatiably
    Cooking up nothing in everyone
    My hands are too numb to feel shit
    I'm high as god
    I must be if they feed me

    Fit came to begotten
    It's everything failed to feel
    Confronted by what you thought to be
    What an animal, a beast, a stray

    Escaping myself
    Fucking up and giving birth to a shell

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    What's this machine that feeds me
    Digesting feeling insatiably
    Cooking up nothing in everyone
    My hands are too numb to feel shit
    I'm high as god
    I must be if they feed me

    I was coming from the darkest sum
    Of the fears of my fantasies
    Never to become true
    Mysteries pass us through
    Fortune cooked paths of mold
    Trashing my fast patience
    Pulling for gold
    Fucking crashing

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