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Don't worry about snakes in the basement
...when you've got spiders in your bed...
 

O, what a tangled web we weave
When, at first, the truth we feign to perceive
When lies are all our minds choose to conceive
...when obscenity is all we dare to achieve...
 

When all of Fates seas have been sailed
...when our darkest fears have all prevailed
When it seems the past is all we've failed
...our proverbial train of thought... derailed
 

When the lines within our minds we've drawn
have, at last, failed to differentiate right from wrong,
as our inbred convictions, through the years, grown strong
...alas, proof to be the problem all along...