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In the unlikely event That sarcasm is an unfitting dress Amnesia proletariat Amnesia proletariat Coughing up the coffins Cotton candy coated teeth The reflection of your enamel Made no reflection in our mirror Malfunction These pockets were clinching All filled with fists These decibels were rotted In the canals of my teeth Amnesia proletariat Amnesia proletariat Sharpened on the fucking hides of men In the full of this moon we will make amends Malfunction Whispered in the ear Three hundred megahertz