| We place ourselves on pedestals
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| She loves me not my petals stole
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| A head so full of ghosts that if I open it I’ll let ‘em go
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| Seppuku left em so the exit wound’s impeccable
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| Get so Heavy headed, heaven knows this is my hecatomb
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| Devil boy l second guess my efforts til the echoes roam tremolo
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| My temper trembles slow temperatures are ten below
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| Tentacles attach to temples for mementos
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| Sipping soma melanomas slowly growing on my mental
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| Defend my territory kill ‘em like a teratoma
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| Murder like its Terror Firmer Troma
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| Combing through this Terra Firma
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| Tear through derma circa circumventing
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| Persons of a certain setting
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| I’m acerbic like a serpent I’m a servent
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| Come behead me
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| Any minute ima murder my reflection
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| If looks could kill I’d burn the ones who turned in My direction
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| Don’t try me I’m a daily chore
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| Dying for the sake of war
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| Maybe I’m just paranoid but I see 1984
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| Inside my mind let’s take a tour
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| A thousand miles away from shore
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| All my words are made of oars
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| Metal in my veins they’re made of ore
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| Or I’m a bore I’m so ugly I’m abhorrent
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| I’m aborted boars chewing on my corpse
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| Yo I’m rigged with rigor mortis stored in a morgue of the tortured
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| Immortalized my scorn born on a scorched earth
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| Torrential downpours pouring on our pores
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| I’m porcelain
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| Somebody should have hung me in that orchard
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| Kerosene dreams on the things that I’ve seen
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| Tear off my wings then they tariff my screams
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| Careless all weak they don’t care if we bleed
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| Kerosene dreams please bury me deep
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| Bury me deep
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| Bury me deep
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| Bury me deep
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| Six feet, six feet
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| Bury me deep
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| Bury me deep
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| Bury me deep
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| Six feet, six feet, six feet |