Is there still good in the world, I can’t quite remember, so deep in the sauce, are there still valid dreams left to live, you married your wife, had children, a white picket fence, a little puppy, you advanced in your career, became a manager, is the sky still blue, is downtown still somewhere you can walk around, unhindered and unmolested, how come when I look around, I see demons watching in the abyss, feigning innocence, how come I see my mother and father, a spider and a web, fish-bait and a fisherman, lord knows, as my shadow travels, he must pass through so many questions, there’s a lot of sex, and a lot of stabbing, vampires, what my father would do, the moonlight rewarding obedience, oh lily in the valley, how many times must I bow my head, such a lowly slave, I always fall for it…

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