this is only a test (the tornado)

Hara-kiri, kids, come kill yourself
 Slice your throats and spurt the blood
 Paint a wall cloud weather cell
 A vortex of self
 Put your tongue in the mouth of the old funnel cloud, Adel
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 And I have become pregnant with myself
 Bloated bellies distended out like corpses sweat and swell
 We fucked ourselves
 Let our thighs fall to each side of the cyclone they sell
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 No pie graphs or charts to speak of
 No slogans for the repeating
 No silver bullet was shot
 No hand over heart, no X marks the spot
 No catchphrase for stars a-feignin'
 No big letter writing campaign
 No fanfare fills up the room
 No interviews, no big kaboom
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 The fruit is falling 'cause the tree is rotting, my dear
 You were a good mare for the state
 But you're no longer needed here
 Go back to your coup
 I will chop off my head as an act of contrition for you
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 I sleep in my clothes, 'cause nobody knows
 When the shit goes down, we're gonna turn this thing around
 I'll keep tying my shoes, there's no telling when you
 Everybody now, we're gonna turn this thing around
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 So I sleep in my clothes, 'cause nobody knows
 If it will touch down, we're gonna turn this thing around
 I'll keep tying my shoes, there's no telling when you
 Everybody now, everybody now!
 The whistling, winding trees, the boiling of the seas
 We know what you are
 
 The hum of coming trains, the connection we can't maintain
 We know what you are, we know what you are
 The whistling, winding trees, the buzz of a billion bees
 We know what you are
 The hum of coming trains, the connection we can't maintain
 We know what you are, we know what you are