Sludge Factory             
             
You insult me in my home, you're forgiven this time 
Things go well, your eyes dilate, you shake, and I'm high? 
Look in my eyes deep and watch the clouds change with time 
20 hours won't print my picture milk carton size 
Carton size, carton size 

Call me up congratulations ain't the real why 
There's no pressure besides brilliance let's say by day 9 
Endless corporate ignorance lets me control time 
By the way, by the way, by the way 

Once again you see an in, discolored skin gives you away 
So afraid you kindly gurgle, out a date for me 

Now the body of one soul I adore wants to die 
You have always told me you'd not live past 25 
I say stay long enough to repay all who cause strife 

Once again you see an in, discolored skin gives you away 
So afraid you kindly gurgle, out a date for me (2x) 

'I bear true and an existing witness 
to this barrel of monkeys. 
A self proclaimed immoral success, 
perfected by each whereof 
individually deadly and equally so 
and spread about the surrendered troops, 
for even thousands of miles will not 
tear apart their communication, or the lack thereof. 
Vultures, liars, thieves, each proclaim their innocence 
In no suggestion or rhyme, your weapon is contained in 
the wrecking of the keeping the desired effect. 
The breaking of the spirit thwarts the whole being. 
Your weapon is guilt, your weapon is guilt, your weapon is guilt. 
Guilt.'
             
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