Bring Me the Head of Wayne Coyne
Bring me the head of Wayne Coyne:
Strange Flesh isn't fun without a dopamine rush. A severed limb Chemical exchange tongue like a paintbrush. The avengers of truth are growing weary on their quest. Sleepy eyes swell, fixated on the fleeting ideas. Shake it off little brother. Time to be sharp. Repeat the mantra and keep your blades clean.
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