N.P.P.D. RUSH: The milk of Ultraviolet Global Steam

So nauseous pines,
This noxious abyss,
I feed from the milk,
of ultra violet,
Yet I'm lost with you,
My floating twin,
You're the anchor to the drain,
but I am the key,
To nothing.

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