weather like the crucifixion dreaming of a whore that's sparkling like a sparkler dead eyed starlet calm laid you down upon the coats covering the bed and said you are my brothers and what's his is mine the blinder you get the more you can taste don't let me die nervous the kids are eating candy skulls your face is buried in the engine the breaks were singing as you slide someone else's name like a crosseyed baby teething on a rusty knife i'm gonna have your backside lay your plantation down jump the fire burn your hair don't let me die nervous you can't hear a noise til your tongue's bitten out don't let me die nervous sweated off the number on the palm of your hand cold rain about to bust in between your bones and skin forgot what i was begging for you walk like a healthy meal the car alarms are moaning someone else's name
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