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Emma
For you it's free, so why not agree?
The bastard utopia may fake a way
no ghost could fade for me
as no girls will play with me
Dance render sharp laying down
off put in her red silence
when it's time for bed
We'll cut off their heads instead
My soul is alone
costing the road it's silver
shrine of blank traffic light
In that poor old mans mind
Theirs an immaculate bedroom
with three fanged demons wearing masks
Now arrives the horse swallower
gallop your envy in gallons
To tame or maim a civil mans cattle
would rob poor faces their losing battle
The widows drag and dance for autumn
my spine shines a glistening glide
revealing petty words for coins disjoined
A suicide note in a bottle at sea
read the wet letters across to me
I'm bastard by choice
false heavens rejoice
for hell is miracle sell
Sink for free and follow me
