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Control. control. control. control
Control. control. control. control

Message appears"New directive: good commies never quit!"
Comfort him
Bring him ever closer ′til your lips finally stick
No language of desire could ever suggest he'd resist
Any man would accept red ruffle lips

Yes ma′am we can
We'll sculpt a braver man
With keen and calloused minds
The state is on your side

What made your communardes into some primly suited Brits?
The Menstrual Machine was the future
Then you threw it away
Now every worker's shaped into one Mannekring′s portrait
Who lay amidst your legs with tired lips


Yes ma′am
Five-year plan
Three-pound intensive man
With visions strong and bold
The state is in control

Yes
Where there was once lust
There will shortly be disgust
At states of mind unfitting for the state
Where not long before
They took her legs and laid down on that floor
A woman's mind need be all it creates
Long live this noble ethos
The best time the west ever lost
The greatest sin evolution ever made
Curse blokes who need these things to flow
Drag ′em to the Magdalene's home
To save them from the punishment they crave
Could have it another way?
Of course not! Control. Could have it