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They took my cells without my knowing And recut the keys to the kingdom Changed the locks Virgin whoremonger Handmaiden, misbehavin' The cradle of civilization Inspiration, information Imagine that I know all about the bullshit Spray paint on walls for the moment Sell the wall in the gallery To hold it My humanity like that They bought and sold it Never to old to behold it Sand it and mold it I was cut into shape It took more than one rate Never met a period that wasn’t late (Experiment, I'm an experiment) The pharmaceul-pornographic era The contra-sexual manifesto We need a name for this Jesus wouldn't be caught dead in your church Letras de cancionesDeath to the hate-triarchy The floor’s the bottom line The crypt is full of black Madonnas Virgin mothers Wrote a book in a hotel room And, bitch, you ain't never heard of it We need new songs to sing Cause we've got stamina Don't mean a thing if you don't dance to it Sub-harmonic bird songs, sung on principle Pollination, pollination Interwoven patterns of actual emotions Gathered in a space Incongruent points of departure An hour before they get here We'll need the DJ to play this again This time for the listening This is the inaugural ceremony of the disenchanted The love-sick and overpowered You can charge your world with this You walk the grave now Here are some inconsistent random nation-states To use my corporate identity An unrelenting conversation on why you rob And you call it love The militarized police-state of humorless poetry Has finally caught up with you Teeth whiter than a motherfucker Can't nobody call me kid Can't nobody call me kid And we ain’t got no name for this Experiment Like democracy and unbridled capitalism Outcome is oppression and war Vindi-tainment is your sedative Your religion heteronormative Got a feeling with no name for it From Letras Mania