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Vulgar Rarity

from Chronic Instigation by Much Worse

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She was a friend of mine, nearby all the time.
A vision of the clearest kind.
Without a place to roam, too high and alone.
Her eyes of revenge come to see my end.

I had my head in tune, gone out and left the room.
A strange heat that fixed the sky told me to take a ride.
Told you to say goodbye, that there's a wind and atomic shine
and everywhere are vanishing signs.

I'm a vulgar rarity, I don't want your charity.

Back where I started from, God-Head seeks the sun.
Just a dab and my path is clear.
Riot mind knows no fear.
The apocalypse so near.
Here, son, hold my beer,
I'm getting drunk on these tears.

I'm a vulgar rarity, I don't want your charity.

I saw through my disguise, Last page in a book of lies.
Last chance to get a rise, still hear her ghost-like cries.

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from Chronic Instigation, released September 9, 2015

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