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What´s thiss ? - a song about Sensitive content

What’s this? What’s this?
Sensitive content ?
What’s this?
That´s a rolling mammal
What’s this? I can’t believe my eyes
It must be nightmare
Wake up, staff, this isn’t fair
What’s this?

What’s this? What’s this?
There’s something very wrong
What’s this?
Where are people´s happy blogs
What’s this?
The streets are lined with
dead bodies - so frightening
Everybody seems so striaght
Have I possibly turn dead?
What is this? What is this?

There are children throwing crowbars
Instead of throwing balls
Cheeto´s building walls
And absolutely no one’s happy
There’s porn in every pornbot
Oh, I can’t believe my eyes
And in my bones I felt the wrath
That was coming from inside

Oh, look What’s this?
They’re ranting about cows, and kiss
Why that looks so unique, inspired
They’re gathering around to hear a story
about people roasting wires
What’s this?
 What’s this?

In here they’ve got a little post, I´m queer
And who would ever think
And why? They’re covering it with the flags and
this nasty mode that can´t be turned off
And there’s no smile on anyone
So, now, correct it cause It´s wrong
This looks like fun
This looks like fun
Oh, could it be you took it away?
What’s this?

 Oh my, what now?
The posts that have sleps to death
look, there’s nothing underneath
No title, no description to tell you why they left 
you destroyed them, our little cozy things
Secure inside their Heaven´s lands…

What’s this? The posters are all missing
And the memes that can’t be found
Are in their place there seems to be
bad feeling all around
and there are screams, I swear
I can´t hear the music in the air
The smell of cakes and pies
that were absolutely everywhere

The sights, the sounds
were everywhere and all around
I’ve felt so good before
This empty place inside of me is growing and
I simply cannot get enough
I want it, oh, I want it
Oh, I want it for my own

I’ve got to know
I’ve got to know
Where is the place where all posts go?
What is this?
Tumblr Town, hmm