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Which of you is the doctor, and who is the judge here?
There's acid all around, and emptiness within me
Hope is gone, the colors are gone
I can tell you, but you won't understand a damn thing
What I say, I say for a reason
Gentlemen, a black snake has risen
Now in your souls there is only slander
Only deafness, I can't hear myself
There isn't enough space here to describe it all
My muse is among you, here like an orphan
My fables, my main feature
Their main symptom, a sharp nausea
Don't look for the meaning of the text, there simply isn't one
I'll wrap you up in a huge bouquet of lines
Don't look for a plot here, the plot is a secret
I'll spin you a strange couplet from words
I'll burn in my thoughts, invite you to a banquet
My burnt portrait will hang on the wall
Pull yourself together, go into the office
The answer to your questions will lie there

Don't look for the meaning of the text, there simply isn't one
Don't look here There's no plot here, the plot is a secret
Don't look for meaning in the text, there simply isn't one
Don't look for meaning in the text, there simply isn't one
Don't look for meaning in the text, there simply isn't one
Don't look for meaning in the text, there simply isn't one
Don't look for meaning in the text, there simply isn't one
Don't look for meaning in the text, there simply isn't one
Don't look for meaning in the text, there simply isn't one
Don't look for meaning in the text, there simply isn't one