.The sound of four thousand electric clocks.
Weâre savages exiled in the name of the higher art.
We are peasants on holiday.
Weâre made to scream to the sight of a rose.
Just one more gram, just one more dose.
I swear after this then Iâm done for good.
Iâm pleasantly halluci.
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