Henry’s Embryo

I feel my temperature rise

You can’t hear me though

And when i reach down inside

It’s dead in telephone

I am the mistake of embryonic drool

When i come climbing up, out of the ooze


Camouflage the religion

Smell the consequence

Oh I am runnin’ a fire that’s lit in seven beds

Inside the maker I do not have such time

Cut your camera in hopes our line rewinds

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