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Cornered |
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Teeth scraped along the walls |
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Jaw frantic in protest |
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Scarred hands jerk like last breath on a string |
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Along the floor, |
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Spilled eyes all fixed on a frozen heaven |
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Staring down black eighty feet through a ripped 'scraper top |
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Waiting for a hell to rain down from the longest iron wings |
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Because all the faith in this world has crawled up |
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Just between these swollen ribs |
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Sprouting nails and wings and worms and lies for those who take |
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The lights below |
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You know they'll bleed forever |
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Get back as the cores blow |
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Let me fall |
