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me? What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn this piss to wine.

They're both totally void of hate,
But killing me just the same.

The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Considerately.

Venomous voice, tempts me,
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.

The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.

I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.

Without the skin,
Beneath the storm,
Under these tears
The walls came down.

And the snake is drowned and
As I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.

I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.

And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
and will die.
It's all right.
I don't mind.

I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,

And considerately killing me.
991122
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erin ray bradbury 991211
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startfires fuck l ron hubbard and fuck all his clones. 001116
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Barrett Mom's come'n 'round to put it back the way it oughta be. 001116
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freakizh h stands for half empty or half full.
depends on what are you relying on: the snake (hissing the damage) or the heart (trying to open up again).

and i feel this coming over like a storm again. considerately.
021224
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oinkoinkoink no

nope

all's well that ends EVIL
040108
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piggy brainwashed
stainwashed

yo mama did a real good job with you
bravo

the thrill is gone

oh so lost, pity, pity, blood drops on her titty
040108
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suzie-Q Shemhamphorash!
Hail Satan!

Your lovely page is tainted.

Bye boys.
040108
what's it to you?
who go
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