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mordwyr
This is a perfect conflation of sex, drugs, and religion, demonstrating the equally strong lure of all three influences on human behavior. The sleazy "reverend" is a smooth-talking charlatan, and his raspy voice over that lush beat would be too much for any down-on-his-luck, purple-tin-dependent bloke to resist. Remember, kids, if you want consciousness expansion, don't lie on the beach smoking dope. Go to your local tabernacle and sing!
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mordwyr
For whatever reason you refuse to feel this space we're in, To know its insanity, really know it, Whatever your particular anesthetic is, that you hold onto so desperately, The thing I mean that makes you think you know who you are, Whatever that thing is that you allow to keep you sane, Your ace in your hole, The psyche that keeps you from trying to guess what your pimp has in store for you, Whatever keeps you from screaming out at this very moment in absolute and sheer horror, Whatever you fuck your brain with, whatever that is, Whatever that is, It's a lie, It's a lie.
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