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Shopping Hour

from Masquerade by Mark Fiction

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There was a white blank page no time to waste on it
And a red spot that spreads to infinity
It holds hopeless two-legged freaks
Locked in their long long endless desire list
It is a cruel request with no details in
It is a duty to howl like an animal
Now it's a treat that I drink tonight

I'm gonna lock myself inside a quiet place
To hear more than ever been said
I'm gonna keep my way from a sensual maze
Rock kicks smoke drinks sex kids in their buggies
Your silly rules are not for me to fit
How dare you say that I am a part of it
Well, someday You'll find out what I mean

You'll lose I'll win life is a cannibal
I see you choking on words "I want it all"
There's only slow death hiding beyond a hill
And you are an innocent lamb to hit
I don't need any of those commercial deals
And all I want is a broader think
Tho sometimes I need to know that You're here

All the rules of complex orders
Seem to fit in simple models
I was lost in search for numbers
Why do fellas need the others

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from Masquerade, released January 28, 2013

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