Middle Mass
Fall, The
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Evil's not in extremes
It's in the aftermath
The middle mass
After the fact
Vulturous in the aftermath
So a close season
A quiet old fat cider man
But during the season
The drugs and cider mates
The boy is like a tape loop
The boy is like an old man
When the middle mass
And not much contact
And drinking the men wait
And they are set at naught
'Cause cripple states are holy states
'Cause cripple states are holy states
The worm I've never got in here
The worm I've never got in here
The worm I've never got in here
The worm I've never got in here
Though it took us six years
The worm I've never got in here
The worm I've never got in here
The worm I've never got in here
The worm I've never got in here
And living here you whisper of
And living here you whisper of
This boy is like a tape loop
And he has soft meds
And he's the last domain
Of the very very black room brain
He learned a word today
The word's misanthropy
And he's running to and from
The cats from tin pan alleys
And he's running with and from
The cats from the alleys of tin pan
And he's going down the alleys
To the cats from the alleys of tin pan
The alleys full of cats from tin pan
The middle mass
The middle mass
Vulturous in the aftermath