let this subway be our chinese buffet
tigers on a rainy day
angels dipped in space dust and wrapped in newspaper
let our hands be turned into darth vaders

more more more more more more more more we told the cook
all we want from you is some food food food
food food food food food food food food good food

we told the cook that looks like a chinese bed
the bed that takes the weight off the world
the world that dances at our feet like little girls
the girls that hides their hands in our blue blue beard
the beard that lives on top of the face of the chef

let our food be wrapped up in starry pain
let the graveyard be our escapade


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