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Mr. Palahniuk, your Chambers
So let the isolation begin
This is all we've wanted and more
The scantily clad in steel walls
Eradicated isnt the word
But its the first that comes to mind
Let existance be replaced with the surreal
We've needed friends for shifty eyes
Our nails do their job best
As residue on the cell walls
So as self destruction chimes in
Lets count to pass the time
one two three four
one two three four
Comfort found as we rock back and forth
one two three four
one two three
Last edited by ITRIEDVOODOOONCE; 12-28-2005 at 12:59 PM.
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