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A lifetime of work becomes your life’s work A century of sentries and left in the lurch Sunshine is the best disinfectant They keep you in the dark, nice and infected Piecemeal for impending famine A reliquary for perpetual damage Blown reek, brass tacks Tendrils solder around the nape of your neck Black salt, fanglets A gold watch in exchange for your quivering flesh Mercurial twists of temperament Force majeure took my last red cent Alms-giving for a real well wisher Solvent for an angry bed pisser Blown reek, brass tacks, black salt, fanglets Rich girls, fine wine I’ve lost my sense, I’ve lost control I think I’ve lost my mind Blown reek, brass tacks, black salt, fanglets From Letras Mania