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knifes from the same block
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moon alignment (planet cracked) I’m to sweat, far to kind
I tell you now mama warned you of my kind.
Don’t come around wondering what I think
If you must know eventually the mood will slither out
Sooner or later my sweat.
My mind is a thief,
My left hand is a mother; the right is a bastard of a father.
It’s the end of the world, my old dirty boots rest on this broken coffee table.
I don't have faith in any book but I believe these sheets tell some dank dirty tale.
Pile of dishes raising high I drink coffee from an old peace-speaking mug.
Always mood shifting, it’s as random as the wind
Your no good for me or is it I’m not good for you?
Pushed a nail threw my wrist then gave me a kiss, my heads all lost.
Always blood on the ground some of its mine.
Wired shut oh how bad could this really be?
