The Melvins
goggles
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Of weak intensity of sheer velocity
Silver boy gone but he left his hand
Happy to chain leave all his things
Get right and heave it may be taste a few
Disguise dis all of you
Violence try to make me follow
I'm not a dog but yes I will
Untell my visions clear I'll not fit here
The last thing I need is time to feed