Stinging words
Dance on the tip
Of his sharp tongue
Never meant to hear
The light of day
Speaking out
In the blogosphere
It's got a scent
You can't smell
Bat faced poison
Entropy of a nation
Species in the sink
Terror thwarts
The hand of man
For greedy smiles
All the oil
In the ground
Leaking out
Of broken towns
It's got a scent
You can't smell
Bat faced poison
Entropy of a nation
Species in the sink
Everything lives to die
Screaming down the street
To the end of light
Brick walls in your face
Where you gonna sit
When you see the end of it
When you see the end of it
It's got a scent
You can't smell
Bat faced poison
Entropy of a nation
Species in the sink
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