Snap our heads back like a baby bird
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It is time to be fed with sand again
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We will plunge our bodies upon the dirt
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And let the Earth eat through our pores
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The gift of life exists in our ability to create our own demise
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Snapped the heads off
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Filled with sand
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Wormpaste
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| Circle Of Dead Children |
