Sitting there pecking at the picture of perfection
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waking at the time fine brain matter
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Looking at the blood with the brimming of a dead head
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Wondering if the sunshine will ever catch your eye
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Picking at the dead skin
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How does gonorrhea feel?
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Once you read keep us fed
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Falling off a horses hind
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Diggin' me sunshine wheres the other bigger sin
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Deep inside the house before the roof caved in
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Getting in psy trance watching till you half sin
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Piece a lie made it hymm and killing him
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Pedadoy's flocking by, testified he's chickened out
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After all is said and done we live to shit to kill to come
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Pain his trust his tragedy
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Why is everything so needy
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Oh no says half to pain nor chance
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Today a laughter shake
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Pain his trust t'his tragedy
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Pain his trust t'his tragedy
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Pain his trust t'his tragedy
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Why is everything so needy
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Testing their pecking young blood, piecing along, perfection
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Would you let time better, fine brain matter
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Testing their pecking gun, there piecing along perfection
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Waging if the time better, fine brain matter
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"Any medical student could've seen that the eyes were torn from the body by nothing other than human fingers!"
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Pedafly
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| Skinny Puppy |
