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There they are again, depraved and craving Sweet water down their little tubes its like The tentative guise is paid and waving, Rearing its blackened filthy ******* face Spitting down my spine All it can be is The Certain Death, where there is no glory and there is no day Here its Just the microseconds To catch your breath. To **** those ***** children that play Fill their skulls with air and there lungs With mud, they’ll become gasoline And we’ll capitalize on their blood Cement their eyes encrusted with sludge Birthed in the bacteria, the animal’s flesh, And all that there never was; A time, a reason, or an infinite Sun, All eyes on this fleeting speck of dust Feel it in your bones And only come if you must.
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Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 9:21 PM UTC
:fleeting speck of dust
There they are again, depraved and craving Sweet water down their little tubes its like The tentative guise is paid and waving, Rearing its blackened filthy ******* face Spitting down my spine All it can be is The Certain Death, where there is no glory and there is no day Here its Just the microseconds To catch your breath. To **** those ***** children that play Fill their skulls with air and there lungs With mud, they’ll become gasoline And we’ll capitalize on their blood Cement their eyes encrusted with sludge Birthed in the bacteria, the animal’s flesh, And all that there never was; A time, a reason, or an infinite Sun, All eyes on this fleeting speck of dust Feel it in your bones And only come if you must.
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Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 9:21 PM UTC
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