Oh No
It's the Gestapo
Valium drug psychosis
Do something nice up the doses
Nightmare
Ice
Knives and forks and all
That torture
Bore bore her
Just ignore her
Prizing
Teles and voice boxes
We hate you
But love our boxers
A Masquerade of snobs and noses
With the givens of red roses
Held at gun point in the mirror
Not withholding
Can't stand torture
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