Fuck the Factoid Napalm Death
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Spin yarns, carve the face off a main event
Spray that gibberish all around, it is slick
Spin yarns, carve the face off a main event
Graft on that phantom limb, it twists
Get
Get
Get a loosened grip
Get a loosened grip
Loosened grip
Temperature is scalding, needing scapegoats to diffuse
And we all know a non-event's every kind of news
But tell the baying throng the strays have rifled through
You can't lose
You can't lose
You can't lose
Ire
Ire erupts from glad-handing the liars
Ire erupts from glad-handing the liars
Ire
Filthy fucking factoid epidemic sprouting norms
And in the process, hobbling outcasts who already fell short
But tell the baying throng the strays have run amok
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