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Your peasants are in revolt again a thousand strings of consciousness that find no Daytime release Your nights are sugar-fucked again Coated with a sticky film of sour-smelling memories You take care of yourself You’ve kicked coffee (OK not alcohol) stopped eating red meat you’re doing better but sooner or later All this shit’s gonna have it’s way until your dreams come out in color again and you start to stammer speak in rhyme