Post modern kiss filled with technique
Vibrators are not human
Couched with fear
Strangled with no boundaries
The savage of Brave New World is alone
Sterile lovers all correct and dead
Bipolar wind blows like Waterloo
Blow up doll careers
Today the sky looks normal
Find yourself a place to meditate
Find a lover with egg on her face
I sit by the sea like a freak
C'mon babes pull up a chair
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