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I feeel like broken finger tips laid upon keysUseless and seeking
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The times with our friends the times we wished we was dead cravasse collapase false bottom a trap
I think the zodiac has got my face draggin me across the place my bitch face resting as i shoot through pain
Weekend on nintendo leave me alone im zoning 8 bit mushroom trips chip tunes is all i can do
There are creases between my eye brows, even at ease i scowl
My wrinkled face is something to.be prpud of but "look at the way he holds him self he never stands up straight" yes thats because of the weight
I walk with
Choked on chicken bones and a throat made of paper.
Rigamorits already in my joints but mostly my jaw
A diaphram full of marbles that causes shaking at the knees.
Mostly im just scared to speak
I am a bipod tipped with blood, i carry waves of three AM an hour more never go to bed.
