LYRIC

My shadow wriggles like an earthbound ghost
These are the things that I would like the most:
Unsex the phantom and the pointless waste
Inhale the mountain and to run in place
This is existence into which you're thrown
The larval state in which your spirit groans
The bastard king that will usurp the throne
All necessarily fiction

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