| Abysses in the bathroom the rotten petals are lingering
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| Kitchen split in half I saw the netherworld reach to me
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| Your gods the devil, the devil’s god it’s vis-à-vis
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| They’re demagogues an epilogue of deities
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| DMT environment like a TV screen
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| It’s imminent I’m in a net like string theory
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| My DNA got seedy seeds I see deceit
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| The THC put me at ease in peonies
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| Pulling out my holy vows so in doubt sullen now
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| Skull without a spoken sound, sew my mouth so devout
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| Wolves howl at eroded house, blow it down smoke an ounce
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| Buried clones in baritones, I know because I note it down
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| No one out only ghosts and owls in the this lonely town
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| I never understood what was left to meet the flood
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| They sell a hundred evils leave the dead to feed the young
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| Your hell is other people and that heaven reeks of blood
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| I take a tab to melt the vision like television
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| Her self-incisions sing beautifully but they never listen
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| A shellfish living inside a cell of a selfish prison
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| It’s cell division to shed your skin til it’s elegant
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| An opulent copperhead bomb til I’m Oppenheimer
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| Stars look like columbines in the stark of the darkest skies
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| Darker than ostrich eyes it is art for the ostracized
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| Ossify my carcass as a mark of the Modern Times
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| A fossilized abyss like the tarpits that I saw
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| I still smell the scents on the carpets that you walked
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| Sad aromas that followed me back to California
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| Til your eyes look like the targets that I draw
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| I stand adorned with a crown of thorns lost my wings so I sprouted horns
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| We fall asleep to the sounds of war, I’m Salvador
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| Painting pain on flowers why’s the rain taste so metallic?
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| These aphids in the attic made me change into a masterpiece
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| But they don’t hear me though
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| But they don’t hear me though
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| But they don’t hear me though |