Time to rate you wide eyed lie
What I waited since their place
I will always white eye left to you
Renovate my lace to guage
Hole my wist of all bells
Over the crust I lust this
I wouldn’t wear me home what sense
I get and evince my wist no fly
I want to face it
Save or complain my lane so free
I winch install my lift line
Over the ocean I washed you
My winch is inside you, I wrote you a note
I came well inside you, caught in the crutch
I’m made in an out side, I want to mutt
I can’t enter suicides, I warrant too much
So I stare at the sun and I swallow my gum
Your cunt will see, we’re swimming in dead leaves
I saw it for myself it’s the picture of health
Collect the cold, watch your memories unfold
A turncoat on my gum, pulled a head on his noose
And she with the secrets of fate
Protecting the drugs from the viciousest of thugs
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