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SINGER: I Mother Earth
SONG:Production
This man may have a shitload to prove he's got to settle a score against the groove infinite orgasm like endless joy and pain thunder to my ears like a holy rain An aural wall of waking awash in purple paint and a digging of the flowers in your yard electric rays of healing intensify the feelingof hatred towards the things you say i aint Fear a man-child has soul and semen pathetic thought he thinks forever heard you caused a landslide walking home saw you slide the man-child under your coat Product of your generation product of your masturbation product of a master plan product of a holy man product of infanticide product of decaying minds product of mass corruption the product and its production
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