Scars, in you, son
You shrug it off
Except that you don't
Better, it surely
It don't fall out
Said,
I live low
I lisp, I die
Sugar shooting
Bled with dead beats
Only crawl
Your sad eyes
Quite christian
Blood
Drop it, it's dead
We drop it
and took the body home
Sad eyes
Scars, I'm chopping dagers
See you'll never walk
only stagger.
sad eyes
Quite christian
Blood
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