"Helen Fordsdale" as written by and Mark Alan Cunningham Constance S. Burg....
You don�t have to go too far before you�re stuck inside a jar with no clothes
You don�t have too far to go before you�re stuck inside a jar with no clothes Screaming screaming on my shelf you have to keep it to yourself
Screaming screaming on my shelf you have to keep it to yourself
Why resist you why not fist you throw your fit see who cares
Why resist you why not fist you throw your fit see who cares
Your hair on cars
Your arms detach
Your eyes fly
Your torso in wax


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