Couch-dweller, he hides in secret
The last pair of eyes under the hall closet
Can you balance?
Can you show me yourself?
A mission to the junkyard
Just trash stretched across industrialized land
For the first time
I've found something I've been searching for
Anything, anything
His body, a bone casket
Can you keep me company, Keba?
Because I can't sleep with knives anymore
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