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Honey I'm home! The infection goes on |
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Unable to focus |
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Between all these deafening screams, cries and tinnitus |
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Their tears like falling from the ceiling |
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Run on me and disappear into the mud |
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Babies cry the always do |
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Babies cry they always do |
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And their whispering my name |
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Trying to find a way to escape |
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The thing runs through me and its steams are orgasmic |
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I stare at this open point, fascinating black hole |
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They're unborn but in my dreams |
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Unborn infected children |
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Goodbye kids |
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Dad will never forsake you it's opening under me |
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All these faces at the same time |
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I can see them grab my tattered hands sweating |
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I can see them grab my tattered... nothing to lose |
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A macabre wetness covers my envelope |
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I've nothing left |
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Fear and tetany anesthetize my members |
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This thing so painful inside me is tamed for now |
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I bend under their weight |
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Mortal remains dissolving in killing silence |
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I scratch the ground until I break my nails |
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To keep them alive |
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My hands covered with juice |
