I've watched you all succeed with the highest marks in greed from my cave
Where you're displayed like photographs that bleed
And my teeth grind names into their ivory membranes
I am hate everlasting with each sickly spell I'm casting
I discard all my feelings
The stars still scar my ceiling
Sun, I won't spare you
Moon I won't spare you
My pain is mine
It's become my friend with time
Chia-like, it grows
Watch it fester for my foes
One day I'm going to get up and get right back into the city with my flamethrower mouth
You bet your life it won't be pretty
Photograph (bath) Photograph (bath) Photograph
Why'd you have to go and take a picture of a life like that
You aren't enough
I give up on you
Look at you
Pretty boy floating face down in a pond of glue
We give up on all those like you
I shall grow and grow
I'll grow
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