Tell me just what you see
If you close your eyes
And think of us
Said the centipede to the
Insecurities built on respectable
Insurrexion of the nauseas
Centipede, your legs, the many
Grip them deep
When you stroll
Of gears on the sun
Massive, gears and insecurities
This doesn't make the sun respectible
She must earn such an honor
To own the respect of another
Regardless of past flares
Centipede, your legs, on titan gears
Printed on the Maxi-high label
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