You put your mouth round, suck it down -
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do it again.
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The hunger, gnaws.
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The minutes, crawl.
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Each ventrical stalls.
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And calls you to fill.
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It's dryest of voids.
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Clean, chasmic annoy-
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Ance pulling and culling
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your senses are drilled.
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Black marrow, trips.
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You're nothing but twitch.
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And wish you could stitch
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yourself into stone.
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Surrounded and tucked.
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Your soul stripped and sucked.
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This shit out of luck -
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overcrowded, alone.
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Suck it down -
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Swallow...
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Suck It Down (Wet Cookie Mix)
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Luxt |