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Contemplate this specimen
It's the last time
It has started to rot
Calm down, it's what it should be

You can see what's between the fat and the skin
Everything is still full of cork and paper
Of bubbles that wrapped the liver and the co-o-o-o-o-ortex

I would like to hear the pop-pop as they burst
The goodbye sneaks in through the closing door
If no one is left when I return
Maybe they can't look at something so unpleasant

Contemplate this specimen
It's defective
I tried to change it without
Seeing that it's precio-o-o-o-o-o-ous

I would like to hear the pop-pop as I squeeze them
The more broken someone is, the more they need a hug
If no one is left when I return
Maybe they can't look at something so unpleasant

If no one is left when I return
Maybe they can't look at something so unpleasant
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah