The Great Anything Lyrics

debone pleasure's carcass kicked in the corner,
just more old scabs scarring under chatter
to gauze the vampirism and draw straws for transplants.
it's competition's ruse in misuse: the shoe-in for the celeb aristocracy,
necromancy, whatever... novel ideas plagiarize
themselves,
collect on shelves, and don't live to tell that nostalgia
is cannibalism. who isn't overwritten?

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