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Sep 2017
There is no peace,
no soul at ease
We **** the dead
with the words we've said
And the deeds we've done
we've bled the sun
Humanity,
Insanity
There's a reason it rhymes
we all bleed bad times
And my daughter and I,
We know about "suffer"
wanna join us for supper?
And we cry
We cry,
Dance?
We do
For you
What of it?
Its ****
And we've done it
We feel
we ****
We are
The "flower mill"
Lock us in the basement
please
Be our replacement
We'll scratch
and we'll scream
As before
you better believe
And we'll make it
just fine
Cause you better believe,
I'm hers and
She's mine
Refined
Defined
Taking our time
We're on a rope
No hope
Her mamma,
cries like crazy
But she knows
She's
her mommas baby
My Stella,
And there ain't no fella
Gonna ever take the place
of my baby
Because we
are
Humanity
Insanity
And that's the way it
goes
And we?
We are
The flower mill
We ****
We chance
Wanna Dance?
Gidgette
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Gidgette  UnReality
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