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Talk to me about doom and pale horses
I want to see you twitch like a junky
Your eyes roll back and collapse on themselves like coliseum walls
Talk to me about doom and pale horses
I want to see you twitch like a junky
Nerve Fibers shoot off sparks in caves of empty sockets
Bring your hands to sholder blades so sharp they could
cut fingers or riobbons at ceremonies
Horsemeat on concrete
We fall like we stand for nothing
Skull cracked on impact
She cried like she knew it was coming
And I saw the end dressed in skulls and feathers
Three empty paintcans and skin as tough as leather
40 inch plasma high definition emptiness
Then one day I cried to god and I said
Make (make me)
Me (unborn)
Un (make me)
Born (unborn)
but hell met the me at the gates of sacrifice
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