Found it in a dark room, shriveled up in an empty pose, no love for my old trends, I pushed them all off the deep end. Looking back I can count the days. Since we honestly appreciate the way that we operate, on a need to know basis, our weathering faces carry the message its sad to watch and hard to stop. Live to crash, I live to crash. Count the days. No mistakes. There's no calculation of ways my ghost will break free from it's cage. NO. Better luck next time, it's the end of the night there's no sun on the rise. Burn a hole in the sky. There's a hole by your side and it's perfect fucking size. I'll cut down every tree so there's not air for you to breath. I'll poison every fruit, to make you pay for all your sins. Animals want revenge for being cursed with no voice or conscience. Goddamn this this we're in. I hope God doesn't let you in.
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