Auto/Manic

There’s no defense

No immune

It’s a dis/ease

For once that internal switch flips

Your gone for good

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The ugly head will rear

Shadows begin to lurk

Till flames engulfed

The hutch becomes

Or the tubes will do

Once you are shafted

There’s nothing else to dO

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(The snow birds are circling above us now ready to land, taking down wires, which could mean there’s no sound to heard, even if the cannon is fired)

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