Fear believes in its heresies Destined for perdition Playing for a handful of nonsense There goes the chill You, as usual, are missing Hits you selectively We're gone There is no us in us The corpse in the closet peeks out stealthily Matters swept under the rug came out nimbly in the middle of the dance floor Fear hounds the anxious The drip connected There is no peace in us For years....
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