| Burning up and its getting hotter. |
| No place to shade this
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| Flesh that blisters. |
| Sweat, I sweat. |
| salt in my eyes. |
| Can’t stop
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| These vultures that are on the rise. |
| Doormat thoughts lie beneath the
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| Surface. |
| Blood runs cold and the bodies dead stiff. |
| Wilt and dry
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| Morning glories die. |
| This venom kills but its gonna take time. |
| Your life
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| Was abandoned. |
| You’re gone. |
| all is baron. |
| All colors left your face, all
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| Memory is erased. |
| Use sand to quench your thirst and each drink will end
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| Up choking you. |
| It rots you from the inside out and you don’t care. |
| I’d
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| Rather see you die then live like your in hell. |
| One of these nights ill
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| Find your body stiff in bed. |
| And I will close your eyes to let you
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| Finally rest. |
| Leaving home and I’ll never look back. |
| I’m gonna burn your
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| Body in that shack |