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[Verse 1: milo]

A great swell of energy like a Hadron particle collider

You look like my fear of waterslides personified

Finding beauty big bee in a cornfield

If I'm phony now I can remember I was born real

Threw that self help jargon in my spam folder

Then set to explore the monster like Bram Stoker

Whereof one cannot speak thereof one must be silent

But I yawned and I burped and I passed gas loudly