| The sore on the edge of your mouth
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| It mirrors the ones on your arm of black tar
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| You’ve known the ripping
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| And I’ve seen you pissing your condition into the dirt
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| I know you don’t want to live in the dirt
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| You want to know nothing but dirt
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| You know you can’t beat weakness
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| Kill the flux, stretched to breaking
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| An obscene canvas on a stretcher of parasitism
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| You piece of shit, I won’t say your name
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| But I will say this
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| Fuck off and die (sooner the better)
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| You’ve shot out your eyes
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| But I’m seeing that you cannot feel anything of worth
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| Know that you’ve pissed life away
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| Lost in your narcotic dreams
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| Heart pumping futile shit through your veins
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| Why does it bother?
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| I want to punch in your sunken face
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| And see your dusty blood
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| Smear through the air in a polluted crimson arc
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| Splattering in a useless pattern on the concrete
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| Moribund |