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I've got a throb in my head.

I got a throb, oh I'm dead.

A throbbing pounding crazy screaming,
freaking squeeling bitch of a headache.

Ache.

It is really quite an ache.

Break.

It feels like it will break.

Break!

It's going to break.

Take.

I don't know how much I can take.

Take!

Take it and make it break.

It aches. It will break. Let me take.

Let me take all week long.

Let me take it all year long.

Bitch, you must make me take it, and make it break.

Make me take.
Take it.
You must. You must.
Make me take it.
Make me make it.

Make it far.

My head is throbbing.

And it's not stopping.

I need an aspirin.

If I can find an aspirin.

Will it help?

Maybe not.

Because I've got the headache from hell!

I need a quick fix to take away this.

And it's going to take a lot.

The throb is calling the shots.

It's so discustingly cosmic.

It's so sick, I need to vomit.

So deep in the distress.
It's a dizzying mess.

I've got a throb in my head.
I don't know what it is.
Or when, if I can even rid this miserable bitch.
I got a throb, oh I'm dead.
Yes, It's all in my head.