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I have to deal with the fact that I
have the me fact store in my bank
that my bank is a store and not a bank
that I am not a human but a robot
A robot that will live long enough to peel your apple
the cat watches me in the mirror
I stand for ruth
and Mr. T stands for T
the ever lasting images of falsehoods daunt our mirrors
we are the new Goldie Hauns
behind a government of lies
pop another nuke pill
you have been jilted
by the twelve foot country singin lizard
that pisses on trees
I'm the dilapidated building at the end of your block
it has become a cathedral
and no one is religious
thank god
and save the animals
there's disaster in the sky
praise Alah!