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 Nobody knows  true identity.
 For all we  I'm John F. Kennedy's
  child with Nosferatu.
  can't know, but still we got to.
 Nobody knows  deep this mystery goes,
 but  caveman history shows:
 We're all descended from  same evil alien slime.
 And  a pretty shade of gray.
 It makes the woodwork eat 
 Glass breaks  cow's milk curdles.
 It glows in the dark and  mutates turtles.
 Somebody told  something interesting.
 They told me the world is always 
 round and  again.
  had enough of that pseudo-Zen.
 Somebody else was watching from 
 screwing it up like a  VCR.
  thought that I was very insincere, because
 I  my eyes a bit too much.
 Am  really that out of touch?
 Why should I  about this?
 I'm not concerned with  things I miss.
 I don't see the  in not believing in
  you can taste like fear and cinnamon.
 Sadly this hasn't gotten  anything but dread and gluttony.
 Under the ground is where I wanna 
 Surely there is a way,  I dunno how to get there.
 No  seems to know, actually, so
 I  to use a garden spade,
 but it was very  made.
 It broke into  many pieces.
 It's  like these that I wish had
 Telekinesis...Telekinesis...Telekinesis