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                                            Dad, dad, dad
                                       Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
                                           Was I ever alive
                                   Fucking makes you alive in one minute
                                              Solstice
                                      I am solstice filled with mercury
                                          Filled with mercury
                                            Liquid fucked
                                       See right through your heart
                                       See right through your heart
                                           Fuck your heart
                                        I am mercury liquid pure
                                           Hot, alive, dead
                                        Mucked fish eyes, doors
                                           I was born alive
                                          I'll fucking kill you
                                 I'll beat your soft baby head with my own hand
                                         Careful with that baby
                                    Don't ever say the H word around him
                                             Ashamed
                                      I am ashamed of my name, say it
                              I hate the sound of your shit because it means no good
                                  It means cheap, liar, smart ass piece of shit
                                       Change it to raygun you fuck
                                            Billy the Loon
                                            Billy the Loon
                                             I am Mars
                                             I am Mars
                                        Billy Addly, Addly, Addly
                                         Your name causes shit
                           While I may be no expert on this reality there is no god but shame
                                         God is hurt, god is cold
                                        Try that once, god is dead
                                        There is not another one
                                              Battle
                                           Cold heart radio
                                             Feedback
                                             The pain
                                     Reoccuring messages of badness
                              Reoccuring living bad dreams at the vortex of lost souls
                                       Wailing lost soouls of shame
                                          We are in one hole
                             Like a cup of mercury phosphate, burrr (when you get cold)
                                          Shuddering around
                                        Taste my shit you wench
                                 Lifting wailing lost souls who stand a chance
                                    Hot, my eyes darkly gaze and wonder
                                            Do not enter
                                           Why, why, why
                                           I was born whole
                               Fractured, divided, shattered into a billion fragments
                                         A million piece puzzle
                               A million piece jigsaw puzzle with no this and no that