I'll praise the little dolls that line the streets
And step carefully between thier graves
Watch as they smoke their cigarettes
Filtered with coy sophistication
I'll be the witness to their thrashing hearts regime
And be the one drug that saves them from comissions and regret
It's no fun to be alone with this responsibility
The nucleus of a nocturnal Titanic
Instigating youthful terrorist rebellion
until it reaches the vangaurd
With no intent of finding a new destination
Jusify your means, little dolls
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