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the ants are in the sugar
the muscles atrophied
we're on the other side, the screen is us and
we're t.v.
spread me open, sticking to my pointy ribs are
all your infants in abortion cribs
I was born into this
everything turns to shit
the boy that you loved is the
man that you fear
pray until you're number, asleep from all
your pain, your apple has been rotting
tomorrow's turned up dead
i have it all and i have no choice but to
i'll make everyone pay and you will see
you can kill yourself now
because you're dead
in my mind
the ants are in the sugar
the muscles atrophied
we're on the other side, the screen is us and
we're t.v.
spread me open, sticking to my pointy ribs are
all your infants in abortion cribs
I was born into this
everything turns to shit
the boy that you loved is the
man that you fear
pray until you're number, asleep from all
your pain, your apple has been rotting
tomorrow's turned up dead
i have it all and i have no choice but to
i'll make everyone pay and you will see
you can kill yourself now
because you're dead
in my mind
Annons