| You are art like Artemis
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| Flowing through my arteries
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| I was not the architect
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| But still you are a part of me
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| Apart from seeking out a seance
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| Saying I could part the seas
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| See I am your apostle
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| I won’t jostle with apostasy
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| Poems fall from open lips
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| Rose petals from your fingertips
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| Stiletto punctures sink my ship
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| Ambrosia scents still lingering
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| When Everything I do
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| Is stained in blue I Vincent Van Gogh
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| All these memories of you
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| Paint my skull like Sistine Chapel
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| (I want you more than I need you)
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| I swear to god I do
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| (I need you so bad)
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| I see the god in you
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| (Are you coming back, are you coming back?)
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| I swear to god I do
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| (I'm waiting)
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| I’m not art I’m garbage
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| I’ve been breathing in carcinogens
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| Maybe since my scar collection’s
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| Growing on my carcass it just
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| Seems I am car-sick again
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| Coursing ahead curse in my head
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| Cursive my feelings to purge the dread
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| Or come to life dead occurs instead
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| I’ve burned alive arsoned the sinner
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| And since ascended too sick of winter
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| We left kissed the trigger from sips to benders
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| We spent December alone together
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| I’m only human you’re only better
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| I’m soaked in fuel you float with feathers
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| A holy product I’m Onibaba
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| You’re Sistine Chapel show me god
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| (I want you more than I need you)
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| I swear to god I do
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| (I need you so bad)
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| I see the god in you
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| (Are you coming back, are you coming back?)
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| I swear to god I do
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| (I'm waiting) |