"Meier may we be this way forever,
and tell me lover,
what will become of the others?"
Bones, skin, nails and flesh
On a bed of "lack of passion"
A medieval consequence
They worry you with all the talk of how you're not their kind...
Now I'm stealing her body
and taking it home
There is always one more fall
Maladjusted you must trust me darling
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