| Tank full primed pinned saves bleed up
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| Tangled torn assimilate another care of apathy
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| Dig another well of therapy
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| Mined cut dirt dug from the ground beneath u
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| Sink teeth try u turn coming down syndrome
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| Spray scratch pine, and bring it down into haste
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| Strive on consistency, why wait, holding a cup of thirst
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| Lasting thoughts insane tasting insists adding sprinkles
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| Of salt to the pain
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| Coming down syndrome all fate lies in wait
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| To pin you down excavate
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| Rife mediocrity
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| Lactate, cold inner emptiness
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| Inspire? |
| substitutes, dialate, instant fried
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| Inside decay dependents day banal the fruit ferment the
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| Flesh
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| The memories I can’t recall depend the trend for warts n' all
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| A path direct to self neglect, to compensate correct in hate
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| Polluted crushed impatient scud, diluted vibrant pissing in
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| It’s
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| Blood
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| Come to kill yourself
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| Apocalypse lights set way
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| Theocratic lessons… insight?
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| Blind, stray
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| Lessons sold
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| Sought like gold
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| Laughing nihilist, burns away
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| Bleed thru
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| Chastities not my enemy, it’s you
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| Bleeding hope |