#2 Pencil inside me
And the lead is yards deep in my face
Lick your tongue
Flat on the glass lathe
Smell the smell, the big P of this
Roll your head, chop my blood in yours
Leech the pain they drove in us
Count on this: Call off the land, true
To be used, and then you call me yours.
And the lead is yards deep in my face
Lick your tongue
Flat on the glass lathe
Smell the smell, the big P of this
Roll your head, chop my blood in yours
Leech the pain they drove in us
Count on this: Call off the land, true
To be used, and then you call me yours.
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i think the last line is actually "to be used at your convenience."