The Banjaxed Wastrel From the Shifty Edge of The River Can Sing

Mankind worships
and in that, I am merely a man
(I don’t love you, I never did, I don’t know what love is)
I create attachments
so spells of power slow the second hand
(I don’t love you, I never did, I don’t know what love is)
Only humans use the magic of humiliation (what the fuck do you think this is?)
I subdue emotions and there’s no you for the equation
Kneel slow, in my mind’s eye, it plays on repeat (what the fuck is this shit?)
Wonders swirl but reproduction is the first sign of defeat
I create attachments
so spells of power slow the second hand
(I don’t love you, I never did, I don’t know what love is)
Mankind worships
and in that, I am merely a man
(I don’t love you, I never did, I don’t know what love is)


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