| Across your face
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| I see what you are
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| You wanna kill the sun
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| Blot out the stars
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| I know you, you’re nothing
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| You’re so small
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| You’re fucking nothing
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| Nothing at all
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| The sun burns on
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| It reminds me of you
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| The slit wrists of the sky
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| Bleeding into the blue
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| We twist beneath forever
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| Do you know what you’ve done?
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| Ants in the afterbirth
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| 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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| 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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| 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 where 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 through fields of dead daisies
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| How could I ever make you know what you’ve done?
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| Ants in the afterbirth
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| Slugs under the sun
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| I have fallen in love with the sky
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| Fragments of sunbeam glaring on a kitchen knife |