i keep begging at your door
your charity's my tomb, but i can't get over it by myself
they're here, giving tongue.
please let me be the one to glorify your skin.
feed your crooked mouth and your little ass to clean
twist the hinge, blur the threshold, melt the door, down on your floor
then spread my faith on your back
now we're ready to go the way of our fathers
please let me be the one to petrify your drives
and remove every thought that made you have this hard-on
when we grind our teeth, watch them explode in the sun
you said you tried to love everyone
what if we cut your dying tree
and spill our seeds onto your knees. when we grind our teeth,
watch them explode in the sun. you said you tried to love everyone.
and now you say you feel free and sane.
we're being taken for a ride again.
you're still there pulling some tricks out of your elegant hat.
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