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altar
03:52
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take you to an altar, where my brothers can look on you, cut your belly with a knife, fill a bucket with child life, i believe completely, but keep doubt hidden up my sleeve
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building a road
03:33
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building a road to bullshit through your clit, and having to talk out loud to you about your dog, and that bitch from work, yeah, fuck her, i would, i would fuck her, she's prettier than you, but i keep working on that stream, running blood out of you into my dick hole, AIDS love last so long, so comforting, give me something useful with your mouth full, only you forever, i'll die, i'll try to fuck only you forever
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daughter
02:41
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i'm not going to fuck my daughter, no matter how many doors it will open, cuz there is still something more important than myself to me, i am horny and i am lonley, but what else is there no one can change me, but i can take drugs and i can change myself and no ones gunna tell me i can't
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doesn't want to work
03:15
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sweating hard into too much cloths, i am everything to you
kathy i created you, and i let you use my body
christ is born
christ is lord
christ is bored
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dug a hole
02:01
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digging a hole in the mud with my hands, cut by a rock, bleed into the ground, cleanse my fingers to the tingle of feelings new to the heat of the summer breeze, i held on to your perfect kneese, i held onto my needs
to say they are all that i am, hey.
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old bad luck, i was scared to see you open, now it's time, for me to hug your boyfriend, snot running down my face, begging him to listen to me, but he's beating the back of my skull, into the bone of his shoulder, and i hate him, cuz he loves you, fucking hate him, with both my balls
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fat
02:56
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you shouldn't eat so much food, that's so selfish of you, people are starving you fat piece of shit, and your buying pizza with money
i don't want to have to tolerate you, i dig through the dumpster for all of my food, i could never get as fat as you choose to do
you fat piece of shit, fuck you
i'm better than you
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focus fucked
01:52
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stoned in water
02:41
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i punched you in the face, but the door's still open, you can leave, this is not my fault, driving into the woods at night, drunk and making a path, tearing it apart piece by piece till the metal frame is left, we just leave it there, walk a quarter mile to town, i got nothing in me tonight, i gotta sit down, shit.
wake up suzy, the cops are here, can you remember what i did with my wallet, got sand in my viens and my head is a rock, i can smell the ocean now, and miles and miles of sunblock, the sun is so dry, lets go find the park, smoke a little weed i guess and find someplace dark, to fuck.
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how did you know i was a cop? i'm not trying to arresst you, i'm just trying to get off, i guess i'll be at home again
enough is enough, i'm watching my story
nothing moves to get out, this holding
situation's changing, i'm making my mind up
try home, ignore me and started to...sex is alright, but what am i doing?
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