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Song:This Is Fucking Ecstasy
Album:In Defense of the GenreGenres:Other
Year: Length:159 sec

Lyrics:

I'm sprinting yet I stride
My satchel filled with files
The secrets of the tribe
The cameras follow me for miles
Born a slave in 1984
Discovered that my life is just a record they performed
A maze where I was placed

Tell me what you think of this one
Tell me what you think of this one

'Cause now I've sold you out
Erase me, erase me I'm done
Now that there's no doubt
My feet find the freeway, I run
Now I've called you out
Erase me, erase me I'm done
Now I've sold you out

They strapped me to the roof
And they cut right through me
Digging through my wounds
I watch them hopelessly and choke
'Where are my pills, where is my former lover?'
I've been betrayed by everyone I know
Don't blow my feeble cover

Tell me what you think of this one
Tell me what you think of this gun

Now I've sold you out
Erase me, erase me I'm done
Now that there's no doubt
My feet find the freeway, I run
Now I've called you out
Erase me, erase me I'm done
Now I've sold you out

'Cause the truth is this:
I finally know what they conceived so long ago
A baby rat for them to test
The poisons on, a rubber breast
For me to learn dependence on, the shackles here
But now they're gone
In place ?I live in hyperspeed
I shall not live; I shall not breathe again

This is fuckin' ecstasy
This is fuckin' leprosy
It's like they're fuckin' testing me
This is fuckin' ecstasy
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