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This song is by Chris Connelly and appears on the album Whiplash Boychild (1991).

The, bitter-edged distress distempers parody
Move your burlesque, bite the heat eternity.
In half the time you will dive below your deficit
And cut from top to bottom, we are the same.
Sink for a season, returning to drown.
You will lift up a head for hex to send the spirit down.
Cold on the inside despite in your face
The chain of disdain is unbroken dissolve, and you leave no trace.

You freeze frame fanatic, deliverance-dies, if the war be absurd,
Then everything touched will be your disguise.

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