Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah of course it is.
Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
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