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Shut out, pimpled and angry. I quietly tied all my guts into knots. Gave up on trying to make them, I figured it'd take them too long to look up and besides

Girl inform me all my senses warn me Your clever eyes could easily disguise Some backwards purpose It's enough to make me nervous. Do you harbor sighs

As someone sets light to the first fire of autumn We settle down to cut ourselves apart. Cough and twitch from the news on your face And some foreign

You may notice certain things before you die Mail them to me should they cause Your algebra to fail Cole and Macey lost their eyes To the finer points

Doted on like seeds planted in rows The untied shoelaces of you life Nutured all year then presssed in a book Or displayed in bad taste at the table

riches and don't touch our gate (outside, there's a man) in every man's heart there's only hate and scorn fuck you better die alone my life belongs behind the inverted

Alas, let me tell you about the beauty of the tomb: the stained glass, all viole(n)t, enhancing the gloom. Dark flowers, all withered, fragile and old

Warm Red Invert Her Virgin Soul Her Soul Was Once Pure Now She Is But A Whore She Is Now Possessed In The Grip Of Darkness Invert The Virgin [X3]... Invert

I'll squeeze until you're dead I can feel it All your energy is low You better believe it I'll destroy you with my hand You will be gone In time we'll