In the pen with the mastiffs bred to fight rats in the bowels of the arena
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I received a kiss without promise that produced deformities of happiness
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The laughter there is viscous it leaves a residue down the legs of the chairs
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Since you lost the will to hear they get your attention grabbing fistfuls of your hair
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These amphibian days they will not heel to you
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You can’t defy the defining flaw of your generation
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The heavens vomited the dawn upon us as we learned how to occupy photographs
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She descended a stairway composed of silk and flicked her cigarette
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As I sweat through my black hex I saw you two climax in spasms through a frosted window
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You both came in electronics and anthemic bursts of unsanitary flames
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If this is Tartarus, which of us is Echidna which one Arakiel?
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This bastard conveyance of extinct emotions that we know only in our cells
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I labour to tempt you out of your cage and into my patrol
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Until this vessel lands I have decided to ignore all impulse control
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Amphibian Days
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| Of Montreal |
