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I've had alot of angels, some with carbonated wings. They talk threw fingertips of furious misfortune. Scrape you eyes with dirty alibies. Burn into your sides. Burn into your sides. Stuttering through syllables, I can't speak my mind. You drank from the water when they turned their backs. Despite lack of mystery the sap sucks them in, Left without scratching, my sine qua non. Get out, Get out, from the nuclear meltdown. Get out, Get out, another reason for the fakers in control. You better wash your mouth, you better watch your hands. You better watch your mouth before we take your hands for the good of man. Hanging, Hanging in the backyard with a pile of crime, Hanging round, my demon tongue has got me into a bind. I've had alot of demons, some with badges for minds. They talk threw fingertips of furious misused power.. Scrape their skin, you've never given in. Burn into your sides. Burn into your sides. Stuttering through syllables, I can't speak my mind. My fingers ache from scribbling everything you said. Despite lack of influence the wall stands strong. Left without scratching, my sine qua non. Post a comment in response: |
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