crush your skull, scrape it clean. this time there will be no ticket home. that is the deal, being the perfect pray, mortal material, blood and flesh. they serve you the plate, you swallow the whole piece. crush your skull, scrape it clean. tonight they will be eating. you set the price and you sold yourself real cheap. the cards were dealt a second time, this time behind your back.
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