Something that I said has the arcade in a rut
There she goes again singing cannibal hymns
Blessed persistence circles justification
Just out of reach
Just enough to get by
Just a penny for my thoughts
Now that the future is here
Machiavelli labels wine in the Preacher’s cellar
Stoned and drunk she rings the funeral bell
Original Mothers rehearse institutional man
Instead of you
In straight lines
Inside dying America
Metal oxide coatings not withstanding
Her sound fading despite plastic tabs now missing
Cassette tapes killed the music industry
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