| They used you to clean up tears after a thrice show. | |
| Fucking belt buckles everywhere. | |
| Never digesting anything is a hell of a diet plan. | |
| Here come the suit-bitches. | |
| I watched them hollow out horses... Run. | |
| They gored me once with a diverse portfolio. | |
| Put a dollar in the box. | |
| It's across for show and down to go. | |
| I'm going to throw gristle at my guts. | |
| It's like the sink of finding a lump. | |
| I've got your black plague right here. | |
| How long before the pain-junkies storm the gates? | |
| God. It danced on us like black lung before our hearts gave out. | |
| Put a dollar in the box. | |
| It grew on us. It grew up like a sister. | |
| While every time, celebrating your neck. | |
| It's across for show and down to go. | |
| Pray its malignant. Prey its malignant |
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