| For the best that it stays on sweat like branches motions to pink surrounding
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| you is gone for geries of plastic bound
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| Proud Drown Crawl Cold Sound
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| I would mold you into plastic plant you in sound with a thirst for burning your
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| clutching demands around your neck a little too tight too put up the proudest
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| drown rapt fast to the burning in your face I feel your insides shake the
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| murderous surrounding you are speaking widely of closed crimes worst of your
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| type burst in murderous wit heat falls from your mouth to burn the whites of my
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| eyes
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| It’s Disappointing like dark skies crawling on cold tiles legs like they’ve
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| been skinned alive I can feel your insides shake I can feel your insides shake
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| Thin lights shine a vision on
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| The instep of your first born undone
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| Forgeries from heart to hand
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| Molding you in plastic sand
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| Proud Drown Crawl Cold Sound
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| I see all the worthless done for
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| Best of your type past the last door Murdered spit that foams your mouth To
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| burn the whites of my eyes A sigh This Disappointing in dark holes On cold
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| tiles with legs like skinned alive I feel your insides shake the murderer
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| surrounding you is speaking widely of closed crimes wrapped fast to the burning
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| forgeries sent from your heart to the pen around your throat gray petals wrap
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| around your lowered chin walking far past proud to drown trapped in leaves on
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| broken sound burning roofs in scalpless towns hoping you can hear it now
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| speaking widely of screened in walls worst of types crawl on cold broken tiles
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| lets end it in the lines I can feel your insides shake |