| A token left with judgement a memento left ajar
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| A secret never wanted death defying little charms
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| How to defend pretend selective piss-away so long neglected
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| pretty-frozen underground from above the odor leering
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| Pass the meat from which I stink of All those tethered whether-wise
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| A blood stain all the wiser desperation kicks the stool
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| A little bruise to lose demure a staple cut and dry
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| In the sink dissection decimation is the rule
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| In determining direction acting agent act the fool
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| Pass the meat from which I stink of Putrid helping kept inside
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| Tincture Warning Second cousin to the new invention
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| Addictive so charming second only to a forced unfusion
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| Tincture of lead be said with no remorse full of confusion
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| Wish to enjoy this weightlessness lay me out full worm garden
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| A prick upon the finger looking back like hacking through
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| To develop in the mixture of a portion of a view
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| The distant elevation of a faded wicked high
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| Divination ask a question of a spirit for a thing you used to hide
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| Pass the meat from which I stink of Passed out serving on the side
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| From the meat I’m suffocating
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| Cutting from the bone to hide
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| A noose-knit put on sweater tie it up around the arm
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| Looks to grip along the trigger down the barrel of a gun
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| Assume today a game to play cardboard house in dissaray
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| Tremble little joker think dig it deep don’t be afraid… |