Corporeal punishment, gone are the days of it.nBut the rise from entropy, energy from shame.nLanguid you are now. TV's kept your sound.nOne number to make multiply, hold out your paws.nnI guess this song could be about co-habitation, describing yes,nthat easy thrill of copulation.nMention of I just saw you there's, and this could last forever.nShame that now those words of childlike verbs are lies but clever.nnLogic wow, you've come so far in magic declamations,nthough this magic makes a soul and not a number in the population.nnOh, the party of the humans has left us hungover.