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It has to be the heat around here

I've got this pen making a disillusional mess

Ride with me,

the way two friends would hop in a car and

find new lands

But it's too hot to go stirring up something like that



I may not continue in this fashion.

I may gut myself for three days straight.



The heart is an ember.

You know the rest.

It's complicated, it reeks of unknown stench

But undecisiveness compells the devil to make

ouiji boards talk to you

And before you know it, your cigarette has burned itself out

and your glass is now empty and starving

Empty and starving.

If the idea had been fed, I wouldnt have to water my

flesh like a plant



I can barely climb the stairs.

So dont expect me to rip a fortress

There's only one way to turn this into something,



matches and gasoline.