There’s something
Strange about
Diagnosis
It's making me want to hide
Inside of my Ignorance &
Far from Illumination
öF true Conclusion
Whatever comes with such a notion
But how can you put Sweet Emotion
Inside a box in a pit, put lotion
On the skin else Ü will never win
This grotesque game of charades as
Buffalo Bill’s pulling the strings
Like the pin to humanity’s grenade
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There’s something strange about
Diagnosis
That makes me want to hide
Inside ignorance
Away from conclusive Illumination
Whatever comes with such a notion
But how can you put Sweet Emotion
Inside a box – kept in a pit – put the lotion
On the skin else you will never win
This grotesque game of charades
With Buffalo Bill’s pulling the strings
Like the pin to humanity’s grenade