I smell your fear, filled with reject.
As a last resort,
I'll wait for the answers someone else has given you.
I'll
Vomit paints the picture, losing flesh in a missing moment.
Eating
She's going away for a while, she's gonna get clean.
She's
Well she's been down this road before
Fucked up again now
I tried to warn you
I should have known by now
I
Murder, question for the hour
Should she paint the town red
How many times?
How many times should I stab you in
I wasted time this evening, locked up in this cell
Cut your heart out.
Count to ten.
Where incision begins, illusion will
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