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The shade of an ice pick sinking into flesh |
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Sex-n-sex-n-sex-n-death |
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I don't want you |
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I want your flesh |
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Close my eyes and dream of death |
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Slip away and take a breath |
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Rivers running dark and cool |
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How can nothingness be cruel? |
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Trip with me and meet the sun |
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This orgasm of light |
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Suck the world inside yourself |
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Spitting forth the night |
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I listen to the trees they hum |
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And hold hands with the moon |
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Insects whisper sweet nothings |
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The solar system blooms |
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The skulls of babies grow within |
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The garden of the soul |
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Where the girls run barefoot |
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And all life lives uncontrolled |
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Come on baby let's kick back and bleed with me awhile |
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Nevermind the cold black truth that stains the kitchen tile |
