| You are mistaken when you come with shovels in your hands
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| The ghosts caught between your teeth will find their way home
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| And empty hides left that you sniff out, will consume you
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| Take themselves back
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| Watching your teeth bend closer to the ground
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| Raining from your mouth, watering and hungry
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| As as your feet walk closer to the mouth
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| You’ll be the grubbery for your robbery
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| And how you will pay for the rush of rot through your heart
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| The fork turns beneath the ground
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| It ends this way
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| You cannot keep all the lives that you eat…
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| And empty hides left that you sniff out, will consume you
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| Take themselves back
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| When you chew now, you should look out
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| When the ground moves, hungry like you |