CRUCI-FICTION IN SPACE
this is evolution the monkey the man then the gun if Christ was in Texas the hammer the sickle the only on this is your creation the atom of Eden was a bomb if Jack was the baptist we'd drink wine from his head
this is evolution the monkey the man then the gun
I am a revolution pull my knuckles down if I could I am a revelation and I'm nailed to the holy wood
this is evolution he monkey the man then the gun
we are dead and tomorrow's cancelled because of things we did yesterday we are dead and tomorrow's cancelled they crucify us in our space in our space in our space... |
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