http://www.switchpod.com/users/occupant/thegreateroftwoevils.mp3
Q makes morose ponderance look easy.
Socrates you bastard
You never wrote a word
Your scribes like monkey boys
Shoulder the burden of your mind
The burden of your mind
The burden of your mind
Your scribes like monkey boys
Shoulder the burden of your mind
As I contemplate my poison
And ponder my life's worth
I strive for immortality
And yet regret my birth
And yet regret my birth
And yet regret my birth
I strive for immortality
And yet regret my birth
Which is worse
To live miserably
Or to treat the sun as a plaything
At a Macy's day parade
At a Macy's day parade
At a Macy's day parade
To treat the sun as a plaything
At a Macy's day parade
(shackle shake)
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