Punishing thoughts, a nest far too small
So they moved south and marveled
At grace and clutter, the shadow of a species
The catfish is a guest of owls and says:
It doesn't do anything! It kills!
It judges without shame
No evidence is needed either
Is that nonsense or are you serious?
Right up in the middle it probably hurts
Is this nonsense or are you serious?
Right in the middle lives hatred
The opera lies in the dark
The city is far too nice
For them ugliest thoughts in you
So direct your gaze
Walking straight ahead
And the good mayor reveals:
It doesn't do anything! It kills!
It judges without shame
No evidence is needed either
Is that nonsense or are you serious?
Right up in the middle it probably hurts
Is that nonsense or are you serious?
Right in the middle is where hate lives
This city secretly has diarrhea
And it almost looks like you
How for a long time?
How much longer?
And the constant companion
Apparently it is death after all
I was hoping
It would be you
You you you you
Is that nonsense or are you serious?
Right at the top in the middle it probably hurts
Is that nonsense or are you serious?
Right at the top Hate lives in the middle

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