Wrapped around and round,
like the innards of your guts,
twisted and deranged,
it plays these fucked up games,
lost in a nightmare,
or am I awake?
I’ll never know,
Because it’s too late!
Wrapped around and round,
like the innards of your guts,
twisted and deranged,
it plays these fucked up games,
lost in a nightmare,
or am I awake?
I’ll never know,
Because it’s too late!
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