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Meat without speech Locked in a toolshed Meat without a name Rent by the light of candle Meat without will Meat without a voice And wobbling in darkness In a dance misery preordained A mother and father Do not have to be A biological disaster They could be Kindred spirits And weirdly moving Meat without sense Meat without a mind Meat that takes Gored by the whims a Grendle Confront the friction and feather Of obsessive obliteration A brother and sistеr Do not have to be A biological disaster Letras de cancionesThеy could be Kindred spirits And weirdly moving Threatened by someone Who is already threatened Standing up to them all Like a single polka dot From Letras Mania