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Bright and souless bones demolishing the whole block
with no wanting to but forced by gravity
what could you have done to stop it
nothing
start the engine of the old toyota n go on lurking
for a new host for my soul to fit
for the soul is like shoes
no i wont compare it
use your brain or ill shoot near it
did i fall for a trap that lead me to dig my way out
only to find there was no way out
jus doing the gravediggers' night shift
well flick the wrong switch
stitched in my blood
with a string of lies and believable lies
thread along to the bridges end
pour some kerosene watch their will bend
send me to the place where the grass is black and the fence is purple
bodies on the tree while the dogs dig in
because thats the real death what is the death you're living?
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