I'm like a rat, just running for its' cheese
I am on the search everyday
Through a maelstrom of a wheel; in which is designed to tease
All the while never questioning the ideal of "the way"
So muneca, doll yourself real pretty
To circumlocutory revolve the world
We silently churn to reach the celestial city
Thus, lets take our tulle skirts and twirl
Learn early kids
No one can be depended on
As a conglomerate universe places its' macabre bids
I thus will marinate the idea that we are all forgone
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