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Feb 2010
Energy well spent keeping it up for daze asking for time well only cause it pays, put some dressing on that hard earned cash fill your bellies with curbside trashloveno nonot a thing of the pastfor the mask is hateas it is taken off and we seelove is the future's fateLayLayLaydown this law for corruption seeks hid within the eager heartit beatsit beatsit beatsas blood flowz this life that windsthe water that flowzCheck the temperature degreesfahrenheitcelsiusthe ones who say they are watchingusing these magnets todestroy us we must killto see thrill and sneezeto feel disease that we deny beneathour eyezthe death that callsthe death that textsthe death that has sexand doesn't stop until we restOur only prize thisdeath that lays feel it's burnit's lovein the sun's raysSit,stay,come here girlroll over,play dead,shake my hand,here is a treat lie in wait for our certain fate that before theseon this orb, there were many more who also could not outlive a mutualend /There is thismessagewaiting for me to send," love "
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