[a. VADE MECUM]
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I've always wanted
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To eat glass with you again
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But I never knew how
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How to talk without
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Walls dropping on the eve
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The nest they made couldn't break you
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Along the fallen
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Scowled a fence of beaks
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But the temple is scathing
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Through your veins
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They were scaling
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Through an ice pick of abscess reckoning
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And when Miranda sang
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Everyone turned away
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Used to the noose they obey
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And whoever said that they would scatter
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Separating the mother from child
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She can bat a broken eyelid
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Raining maggots from its sty
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And with the traces that she leaves
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She will skin you out alive
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All the children go grinding their jaws
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The sweet smell of their toothless canals
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And the dam she will break,
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Make an ocean from this lake
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As they siphon off all our blood
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And when Miranda sang
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Everyone turned away
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Used to the noose they obey
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And when Miranda sang
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Everyone turned away
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Used to the noose they obey
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And when Miranda sang
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Everyone turned away
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Used to the noose they obey
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[b. POUR ANOTHER ICEPICK]
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I think I've become like one of the others
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I think I've become like one of the others
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I think I've become like one of the others
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There was a frail syrup dripping off
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His lap danced lapel, punctuated by her
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Decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching
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Gizzard soft as a mane of needles
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His orifice icicles hemorrhaged
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By combing her torso to a pile
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Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse
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She was a mink hand job in sarcophagus heels
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Bring me to my knees
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Read the sharpened lines
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All my arms,
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Bled me blind
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Faucet leaks in shadows
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Spilling from morgue lancet
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Caressed your fontanelle
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I've sworn to kill every last one
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Every last one
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Panic in the shakes of the wounded
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Panic in the worms
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Onto the floor
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And out of your mouth
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Out of your eyelids
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No there's no light, in the darkest
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Of your furthest reaches
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No there's no light, in the darkest
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Of your furthest reaches
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All your dreams, splintered off
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Leech by leech on this catafalque
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Anyone will tell you, yes anyone
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Chance had me setting a trip wire alarm
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Your mother flirted with disease
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When she skinned that costume by its navel strings
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Panic in the shakes of the wounded
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Panic in the worms, onto the floor
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And out of your mouth
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And out of your eyelids
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No there's no light, in the darkest
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Of your furthest reaches
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No there's no light, in the darkest
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Of your furthest reaches
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No there's no light, in the darkest
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Of your furthest reaches
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Shock lest shackles free you
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Volt face cons
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abandon you again
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I won't feel not this time
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Shock lest shackles free you
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Volt face cons
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abandon you again
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I won't feel not this time
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[c. PISACIS (PHRA-MEN-MA)]
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Brick by brick, the night eclipsed
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Pricked by cuticle thorns
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Dried the sleep on nursery slits
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Into this life I'm born
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Heaven's just a scab away
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I'd like to see you after just one taste
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Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight
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Night forever more,
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Let them see it has begun
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The others I've become
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If you should see the dice,
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Charmed with its snaked choked eyes
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You'll wear the widows weeds
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Because they're just your size
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Behind the snail secretion,
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Leaves a dry heave that absorbs
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A limbless procreation,
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Let the infant crawled deformed
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A bag replaced the breath of these suffocating sheets
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And now when the craving calls
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I'll scratch my itchy teeth
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Come on and sing it now...
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Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight,
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Night forever more
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Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight,
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Night forever more
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She fell for the whispers,
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Sister flooded deaf tears
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That night tore a river,
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In her baron womb mirror
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And his multiple sons with their mandible tongues
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Set crucified fires to petrified homes...
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Let it burn
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And the owls they were watching
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And the owls didn't care
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Then the owls came a knocking,
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Placenta in their stares
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They will feed on all the carnage,
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Leftover from the flood
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And in the corne |