Amputechture came Philistine praise Bottomless pit of empty names Incarcerated habits tore from the palms Severing the breast Nursing all the youngs
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Beneath those locks Of dirty red hair A necklace of follicles with sabertooth monocles They want a bouquet of black rose gems Castrating kisses stalactite stems They went and built a capsule in the cyanide one Where the holiest of water would have you to drown
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Tomorrow is a gift ¡®Cause now is never left You gotta find my body In the Mecca context
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You give me a corpse You live in it now You¡¯re staring from unkempt nourishment plows
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You give me a corpse You live in it now You¡¯re staring from unkempt nourishment plows
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Please dismantle all this phantom limbs It¡¯s the evidence of humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments
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Everyone stabs all the time Persuation deflowers your sympathy Everybody has chosen to help the shovels that bury me
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This stir is turning Christ to make repent again So I¡¯ve heard They¡¯re cutting all the youngest ones Said this dirt is turning Christ to make repent his lust So I¡¯ve heard That the puppets tugs its pull
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Please dismantle all this phantom limbs It¡¯s the evidence of humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments
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Everyone stares all the time Persuasion deflowers your sympathy Everybody¡¯s choosing to hold these shovels and burying me
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Nova meat The pin slipped whispers of both of our heaps Swept to an earth of Magdalen¡¯s frowns Prune fingers who tug at a zealot¡¯s shroud
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I was called supreme truth as it touches this house I was called supreme truth¡¦
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Please dismantle all these phantom limbs It¡¯s the evidence of humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments
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I obsconse supreme truth as it touches this house I obsconse supreme truth as it touches this house
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Everyone stares all the time Persuasion deflowers your sympathy Everybody¡¯s choosing to hold these shovels and bury
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Everyone stares all the time Persuasion deflowers your sympathy Everybody¡¯s choosing to hold these shovels and burying
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It lacks a human pulse It lacks a human pulse It lacks a human pulse It lacks a human pulse It lacks a human pulse It lacks a human pulse It lacks a human pulse ? I know for sure now It lacks a human pulse ? God knows for sure now It lacks a human pulse ? Ah, ah, ah
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