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Crelching baron wastelands.
Pocket sense meaning grans.
Dirty burning wet sand.

I wasn't watching when you showed me your pocket sense
Counting your fingernails behind your armored-core fence

Bezooming by the wayside
Tapes in my mind never died
Dancing feet always ask why
Pencil scratcher in my mind

Where has my butcher's knife gone?
I couldn't even buy one
Crelching baron wastelands.    Pocket sense meaning grans.    Dirty burning wet sand.       I wasn't watching when you showed me your pocket sense   Counting your fingernails behind your armored-core fence      Bezooming by the wayside    Tapes in my mind never died    Dancing feet always ask why    Pencil scratcher in my mind       Where has my butcher's knife gone?    I couldn't even buy one