Coughing up and spitting it all out. Sit next to us. Piling up plates of filth, Ill take a taste Yeah, we see how pretty you are with all your feathers and tar. So shiny, I close my eyes. Who wouldnt want to win this prize? But you lie. This sickness. Its raining. Tie her hands to the stake. Its burning. Warm your hands and wait.
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