| Kiss slit throats, mute limbs gope
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| The wicks of an eye, a hangman’s rope
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| Drug-white nights, a supper of knives
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| Kiss slit throats, mute limbs gope
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| The wicks of an eye, a hangman’s rope
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| Drug-white nights, a supper of knives
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| Spittle in hair, claw the air
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| I’ll bring the devil and you read the details
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| Shock takes hold, a gentle choke
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| Bones grind bone, wet skin’s cold
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| Meag rubbed with salt, suck suck suck
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| Broken necks neck, lick the stroke
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| Of the sighs, come sweet ills tonight
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| An innocent kiss turns to lust
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| I’ve got a genocidal crush
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| When it all gets too much
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| I feel a genocidal crush
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| When we touch touch touch touch
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| I’ve got a genocidal crush
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| When the blood starts to rush
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| I’ve got a genocidal crush
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| Gaggle wounds, lunatic swoon
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| A moment ache, cancerous shake
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| Burning lust, filling the cup
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| Beating back tears, tearing up
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| Our visions come to life
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| The world deserves to die |