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Trapped in purgatory
A running flat-six, alive
Awaiting repairing
Dents will be their acquiescence
The tach is turning red
Curve of power draws near
Rev into me, the car's many gears
Abolish the rules made of cones
Pierced from below, holes in my oiling pan
Betrayed by many, now oil gasket dripping above!
Awaiting the hour of repairing
Your tire slips away
Raining Mobil 1
From a lacerated pan
Bleeding its oil
Creating my structure now I shall reign in Mobil 1
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