I got a secret, a terrible secret
And if I tell
I was fast asleep dreaming I was rain
I fell from
In fiscal flight from the ravenous cavernous
Orifice asphyxiated form
Washed in
A stranger to you but
I've known you forever you're my
Imprisoned in perfume
I smell her in my blanket when I'm
Took half your face and both your eyes.
It left you
Something soulless sold you, it hates you
They wear the sheepskins,
Never mind me I am just a moron in disguise
Posing
So I spilled out my guts
To look past my regrets
And
Shoot to kill, she wrapped her legs around my face.
Stripped
Our days are numbered 666
And I'll begin the countdown by
I'm poking jigsaw vein with a rusty syringe.
Like a
A song to soothe you son of mine
Your broken
He drew a question from a curtain of flies,
"Are there
avalanche
allergenic to your atmosphere
a tidal wave of frozen
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