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Anti-Midas
TJ9001Everything I loveMelts like chocolate And in the endIt all turns to shit.Life is a sexually transmitted diseaseAnd I'm sick to death of it.The telephone is a rotten eggImpregnated in my mindAnd the internet killed the video star, So be kind and please rewind.The bad times have comeAnd the good times never last.The end is very fucking nigh,But this too shall pass.With a heart of darkness And a pair of second-hand lungsSomething wicked this way comes . . .