Arsonists Get All The Girls The 42nd Ego
Freeze frame aperture Tells me of my singular Virus to the world We came for you and you alone Projects seize to fear Stories of faith melt with the day Choke I ll imagine toxic shock Therapy in my better dreams But this place Grows weary of the looks of me A beautiful encounter With the lotus tree I can feel my thoughts Wretched from me Hung to bleed from The new world marquee A thrifty gamble I ll take advantage from here Let the fools think I hold nothing dear I ve only got this My last relation to
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