Increasing volume calls for decrease in gain he said, ports screaming A never knowing coming turning event Cyclical as the life I’ve spent A life spent in thought of the time that has passed The time that has passed leaves me bathing in regret of the past And I’ve paid my penance Life in the hair of instabilities main he stood, a bitter dead You mother fuckers wanna hate on your makers You’ve ripped your roots right out of the ground You’ve walked around too long just to piss on my lawn We are an army, hitting your car head on Well I’m drawing the line He’s drawing the line Fuck drawing the line For no longer will our waivers Be washed away Slow as our wind might blow we row This boat has turned into a ghost ship And my corpse is rotting away She’s rotting away Stand just as tall Give it your all Rivers will flow Nail hits Its head Stomach what you are not Breathe with the difference of earth Believe in a mind like mine Stomach continual pills Swallow me, Stomach me, Savor me, Continual pills, Poison, what’s poison? KNOW POISON! Reflect on pity Learn its true means Choke on my dick in the thick of a gun click I’m rotting away Slow as our wind might blow we row This boat has turned into a ghost ship And my corpse is rotting away She’s rotting away Rivers will flow to the appropriate homes Nails will find the appropriate wrists Rivers will flow, Rivers will flow, Rivers will flow from my wrists like wine
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