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Procrustean Theories histories cll that current data shows Guilt me herd morality Never do for your own Mould me Shape me Stretch me to fit Cut off my legs
Echoes resounding the madness and suffering On his procrustean bed Words of the petty Athenian counselors resounding Off with his head! All there wasted
for the future. The die is cast. Heart full of sutures. Thorns in the veins. Wire round the neck. The Procrustean bed is my habitual friend. Spirits
her passions c man that can't sail On Procrustean Encountered paths cnd his bed of evil I have more Important things To attend to In the misery
been crucified Realize you're just avatars When you realize your life is ours You said that my cachet would be sped while I lie in my procrustean bed
Lying in my bed procrustean Words that fill my head all fustian Lack of attention isn't quite as bad as it seems Up until I've a will to keep
discord Exonerate Hail on a pulpit of profanity To the ruin I lead Invent my own prophecy Mould the world in my image Shoved in a procrustean bed I
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