Yes, he's come to eat your food
to mock your god
to break your heart
So bury your hope deep in your chest
out from the cave he named freedom
he's hungry again
And by all your accounts of enlightenment
you lost the world
in a shoebox under my bed
Darling, nooone really ever was special
and your mail-order salvation-
it's beginning to ooze and fester
He's crawling back to the womb
choking on the universe
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