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Eloise sits, this priveleged corpse, A mundane pace offers no sturggle Denny holds tight, Chrome death kiss on a platter, He enters like raid to a hive (What do you want to be?) Who do you want to be? Or would you rather die here tonight? This is a knot in your rope of cubicles and apparel. Draw business with syringes A stethoscopes can hear the faint ticks, of the 9 to 5 Have you ever seen a life much sadder? Distill your blood, still you climb, still you climb. |