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<i>Stroboscopic contorsion-assault. Lightbulb language translated into fits
Codes of tendon-flickers I can't grasp. Focus lost as I writhe and twitch
Random beats of blinding shockwaves. Erratic suns that twist my eyes
Flashes pounding at my thoughts as the intrinsic pains multiply.</i>
<b>Meshuggah</b> - Spasm
<i>My God's will
becomes me.
When he speaks out,
he speaks through me.
He has needs
like I do.
We both want
to rape you.</i>
<b>TOOL</b> - Opiate
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Censorship and thought control can only exist in secrecy and darkness...
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