The Most Serene Republic - Neurasthenia

It was in a room fiction
One beat to the bed
Mystery at my slave
Give my chains some keys dear, reality is crumbling

From misuse, misuse, oh!
Can't you see that efficiency can't free you
To dash the corpus with duo be l but in binding y instead

Into foolishness I go, far from impulse
And out to neurasthenia for all

Written by:
Adrian Jewett, Ryan Lenssen

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