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You wanna kill the sun and blot out the stars |
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I know you you're nothing you're so small |
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You're ****in' nothing at all |
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Laughing into the fire it reminds of you |
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The slit wrists of the sky bleeding into the blue |
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We twist beneath forever, but do you know what they've done? |
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Ants in the after birth, we're slugs under the sun |
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I could not wake the dead man dreaming |
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Acid party murder at the late show |
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Mutate me and breed yourselves a savior |
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I could not kill the dead man screaming |
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Eat my dead cock |
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I have fallen deep in love with the sky |
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Fragments of a sunbeam glaring on a kitchen knife |
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The leaves will fall as everything must follow |
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Kill your idol come on jump into the void |
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Eat my cold shit |
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Everybody whispers were birds fall dead |
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I smell the yellow sickness churning inside your head |
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Wiping flecks of foam twisting with rabies |
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Bloody we run thru these fields of dead daisies |
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How can I ever make you know what you've done |
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Ants in the afterbirth, slugs under the sun |
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I have fallen deep in love with sky |
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Fragments of a sunbeam glaring on a kitchen knife |
