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The sore on the edge of your mouth |
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It mirrors the ones on your arm of black tar |
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You've known the ripping |
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And I've seen you pissing your condition into the dirt |
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I know you don't want to live in the dirt |
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You want to know nothing but dirt |
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You know you can't beat weakness |
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Kill the flux, stretched to breaking |
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An obscene canvas on a stretcher of parasitism |
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You piece of shit, I won't say your name |
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But I will say this |
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Fuck off and die (sooner the better) |
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You've shot out your eyes |
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But I'm seeing that you cannot feel anything of worth |
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Know that you've pissed life away |
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Lost in your narcotic dreams |
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Heart pumping futile shit through your veins |
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Why does it bother? |
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I want to punch in your sunken face |
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And see your dusty blood |
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Smear through the air in a polluted crimson arc |
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Splattering in a useless pattern on the concrete |
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Moribund. |
