The cut's too deep I'll not survive
so I'll keep spewing til i die
This ****** water tastes like wine
and all the drunkards come to dine
Their plates sit full upon my spine
the sustenance my very mind
A feast for those who seek to bind
the souls that they can somehow blind
And I'm the host, it's come my time
to pour the life out of my vines
Their fork an axe, it draws the line
suspends the truth they cannot find
I close my eyes to hide the crime
the one they want is not inside
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 9:25 AM UTC
The cut's too deep I'll not survive
so I'll keep spewing til i die
This ****** water tastes like wine
and all the drunkards come to dine
Their plates sit full upon my spine
the sustenance my very mind
A feast for those who seek to bind
the souls that they can somehow blind
And I'm the host, it's come my time
to pour the life out of my vines
Their fork an axe, it draws the line
suspends the truth they cannot find
I close my eyes to hide the crime
the one they want is not inside
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