Increasing volume calls for decrease in gain he said, ports screaming
A never knowing coming turning event
Cyclical as the life I’ve spent
A life spent in thought of the time that has passed
The time that has passed leaves me bathing in regret of the past
And I’ve paid my penance
Life in the hair of instabilities main he stood, a bitter dead

You mother fuckers wanna hate on your makers
You’ve ripped your roots right out of the ground
You’ve walked around too long just to piss on my lawn
We are an army, hitting your car head on

Well I’m drawing the line
He’s drawing the line

Fuck drawing the line
For no longer will our waivers be washed away

Slow as our wind might blow we row
This boat has turned into a ghost ship
And my corpse is rotting away
She’s rotting away

Stand just as tall
Give it your all
Rivers will flow
Nail hits it’s head
Stomach what you are not
Breathe with the difference of earth
Believe in a mind like mine
Stomach continual pills
Swallow me,
Stomach me,
Savor me,
Continual pills,
Poison, what’s poison?
KNOW POISON!
Reflect on pity
Learn its true means
Choke on my dick in the thick of a gun click
I’m rotting away

Slow as our wind might blow we row
This boat has turned into a ghost ship
And my corpse is rotting away
She’s rotting away

Rivers will flow to the appropriate homes
Nails will find the appropriate wrists
Rivers will flow, Rivers will flow, Rivers will flow from my wrists like wine


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