| B&Massa | |
| "Idea Hamster (original)" | |
| Deep within my darkest recess, there lies a happy abscess and it festers with all my great ideas Sugar, spice, kittens, wings, I have no use for these things, they are ephemera, they are nothing C. My muse wears black she's no good for me, shewon't set me free My muse wears black she ties up my heart in black ribbons High above the atmosphere, the sky is dark and stark and clear who needs oxygen I don't need to breathe And against the blackest night pinprick stars are pure light they make the nightsky look bright compared to my soul |
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