Life of the **** I love your body I made a map that I study there’s just one thing that distracts me from loving ideas haunt me they take me out for shopping through imagination stretching endlessly tell me what you’re building behind those eyes come live with me in the life of the mind we go from the streets to penthouse high but there’s something more precious by design enough parties enough clothes can’t spend hours talking about sports give me a novel or a film obscure my mind’s got enough junk to last months
Mayor McGuffin We are products of our times these thoughts aren’t mine everything passes through us from sewers to the divine I vibe on your signal you wave you particle merge into a molecule divide for reaction deaf dumb and blind slaves to the grind compressed coal hearts exploited diamond mines we see through the veil dancing snake-tailed impatient for the end skipping enlightenment I drive this carcass despite warnings from weather service to deliver you a package
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