On thin panes of glass
I walk along the path
At the break of the moment I had to turn
I looked around
and I was burned
Find a knife and stab my leg
My lips will always be stuck to my head
In the back of my skull
Things get old
I sink my teeth into mold
Pick a paper pick a match
We're burning dogs down by the tracks
I take no time to change my mind
As the day creeps by slow and fast
My day is watched as if it's passed
I spend my days breaking glass
I spend my days sawing dogs in half


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