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Arson of crystals
Drenched innards sing
Barter with boredom
Bleached at the seams
Dulled edge for training
Till the sharp one's in need
Doused with a primer
Painted till sealed

Aside from this blizzard of fuel
I feel fucking nothing
Scabbed cuts don't bleed much, you know
Till ripped off and opened

Pissed up on downers
Sunk down on paste
Promising vistas
Discovered through waste

Aside from this blizzard of fuel
I feel fucking nothing
Scabbed cuts don't bleed much, you know
Till ripped off and opened
This padding I wear when I've found
An absence of distance
Our bodies aren't temples, it's true
They're bomb testing grounds

Vistas


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