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Cuz god made me a Lamb CooCooCachoo,
And Blake a tyger with the potential to do.
I am one of the Unhappy; we’ve seen an unsettling light.
I made myself an Unhappy; I had to search for that light.

I laughed at Job I laughed at him
And through those laughs, though chaste, was sin
“Let there be Light, but not for him
And Let Job’s patience never wear thin”

You’d never play one of Satan’s games
But you play with the god ‘created you and his fame
He built all the strings, left you to dangle in his image
With threats and with bribes he keeps them believing all the same

What a bleeding whore, am I right? No that was Pandora for
merely associating with her bleeding infected box of sores.
She gave you the lie, the longing sigh, the brief high, that whore
That fox’s box is her own freaking paradox; she’s an original spore 

They’ll tell the same sulky story but twist and spin like smoke
That box let out every species of evil and monophyletic hope
The greatest mutualism of parasites solely dependent on us hosts
The virus needs t’die, goodbye, ill feed you no longer, you squatting joke

Cuz god he made me a lamb CooCooCachoo
And filled the world with tygers to ruin you
Their brutality’s only matched by my innocence? 
Is that so, Well **** you Leibniz

Lambs are soft and malleable, owned by the system they obey
Where are tygers without their prey 
And what’s a shiny, pious knight with nothing to slay
You’d expect to see clouds when you open your eyes but I have and I only see wool

No symmetry in jagged teeth. 
Tigers eat lambs eight fold a piece 
I’ve seen enlightenment, a truth too bright. Most dare not see this
A light like that could only forshadow, the end of this wretched dark tunnel

And I’m just a little boy-student all-nighter tonight
Behind dumbbell eyelids, homework’s no longer in sight
But I know the forecast and I see white
And today was a Saturday and I feel like you created enough adversity for one ****ing week so you can stay awake taking notes all you ****ing want but I’m tired as *****and going to bed

You ask what made me too tired and drowsy to stick it out through night
And I blame this drowsy, tiresome life. The exhaustion of a lasting fight
I blame the happy medium between half-*****and bad that’s always in only my sight
Because life’s a drunken blind crippled scale that won’t ever change if you open your eyes

Maybe you see the light just prior to death for a reason
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