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the hour is late, the night drawn to a close
the bodies lay groping in a mess on the floor
bits and pieces and scanners in search
lurking for bits left in the dirt
the lights are so bright and green to red
four off in the ambulance, two crazed, two dead
standing in awe of the scenery now
how did i come here, where am i now
listlessness in the doldrums of something neurotic
putrefied mess with no cleansing, resistant to antibiotics

back to the house, there lay four groping in bed
no morals, only hedonistic pleasures better left for the dead

standing in awe of the filth of this world, i turn my head and hurl on the floor
take me back to purity and splendor, for i'm sick and tired of this dangerous adventure