A laser cut the bars, the beast springs its cage
Pray a hero shoot me down lest the world feel my rage
Weakish, held up by hair
Want to squish, cut the jugular you bear
I am my owner,
I punish slaves who disobey.
can't believe I done it,
more meticules,
again.
pour some sugar on my brine
burn vestibule
sour grey matter.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC
A laser cut the bars, the beast springs its cage
Pray a hero shoot me down lest the world feel my rage
Weakish, held up by hair
Want to squish, cut the jugular you bear
I am my owner,
I punish slaves who disobey.
can't believe I done it,
more meticules,
again.
pour some sugar on my brine
burn vestibule
sour grey matter.
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