A Merger Of Mine

It's good to be perverted when you die
They reconstruct your senses through your eye
Seems to be that you and me are fleshy imitations, who am I?

Politics and lunatics today
The messages ain't different anyway
I trust the symbols that I see were charming our way[?]
So we smile
And seize our insides

Pacifists and sodomists today
Are harming quietly
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Politics and lunatics are saying
We never made a difference anyway
I tend to notice but I can't say, our fleshy imitations, who are they?

Expect to be inverted when you die
Your face, a work of carbon when you try
To move along, there ain't no wrong in charming quietly

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